The Democratic Republic of Abanhfleft is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by President Rako Novoire with an even hand, and remarkable for its compulsory military service, frequent executions, and parental licensing program. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 38.927 billion Fleftics are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Riuwiee. The average income tax rate is 88.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Fleftic economy, worth an astonishing 10,707 trillion new penenks a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Soda Sales industry, with major contributions from Retail, Uranium Mining, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an amazing 275,076 new penenks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

It's been a banner year for local vexillology, the nation is stuck in permanent election mode as politicians demand constant do-overs, roadside walls are being built and mother nature is paying for it, and battlefield gains are quickly lost when enemies don't respect a time-out. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Abanhfleft's national animal is the Ayatollah kingfisher, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is nationalism.

Abanhfleft is ranked 7,671^st in the world and 7^th in Antarctica for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 7,958.12 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.