The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, sprawling nuclear power plants, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 35.825 billion Andarians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Administration, with Industry and Education also on the agenda, while Law & Order and Social Policy aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Andaria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Andaricusian economy, worth an astonishing 23,701 trillion andarian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is a breathtaking 661,577 andarian credits, with the richest citizens earning 6.4 times as much as the poorest.

Children often kick thunderbirds for amusement, bris parties are all the rage, colonels love the smell of trash in the morning, and the first sword of Andaricus does not run. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Andaricus's national animal is the thunderbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Andaricus is ranked 982^nd in the world and 1^st in Former United States for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 38,314.08 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.