The Provincial Republic of Brodhavan is a massive, genial nation, ruled by Greg Stransødir-Gruinenbjørnin with a fair hand, and remarkable for its otherworldly petting zoo, prohibition of alcohol, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 1.614 billion Brødhvadurs, 1.536 billion of whom are zombies, are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The large, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Strønstrad. The average income tax rate is 89.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Brodhavanian economy, worth a remarkable 1,025 trillion Brodhavan Kronor a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Trout Farming. Average income is an impressive 141,595 Brodhavan Kronor, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

People with hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia faint upon diagnosis, truancy is as easy as clicking a camera icon, a positive GPA is all it takes to get an elite education, and industrial chicken farmers hear no evil see no evil and cluck no evil. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Brodhavan's national animal is the Deer, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Protestant.

Brodhavan is ranked 4,456^th in the world and 6^th in Scandinavia for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 2,658.15 on the Clooney Contribution Index.