The Glorious Empire of Burning Pants is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by The King of Braves with a fair hand, and remarkable for its flagrant waste-dumping, free-roaming dinosaurs, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 26.92 billion Burner of Pants live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken individuals prioritizes Education, with Industry, Healthcare, and Social Policy also on the agenda, while Welfare and Spirituality are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of adventure. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pants-Burner economy, worth an astonishing 10,198 trillion G-Stones 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, Arms Manufacturing, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 378,862 G-Stones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

Drivers regularly pull over for nonexistent police cars, in government offices a hidden killer takes the lives of ministers and civil servants, airplanes have giant grilles on their noses to knock drones out of their path, and a typical fast food menu item could serve a small army. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Burning Pants's national animal is the Fighting Mechanoid, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Oath Sworn Through Courage.

Burning Pants is ranked 698^th in the world and 44^th in Lazarus for Most Secular, with 99.18 Atheism Rate.