The Reborn Lands of COLDBAR is a massive, orderly nation, remarkable for its flagrant waste-dumping, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 1.218 billion puppets are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, with Industry and Spirituality also on the agenda, while Environment and International Aid receive no funds. The average income tax rate is 55.1%.

The frighteningly efficient COLDBARian economy, worth 106 trillion monis a year, is quite specialized and mostly made up of the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 87,513 monis, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.6 times as much as the poorest.

Billions of monis are spent to take high-quality photos of the Alien Nebula, the nation's countrysides are littered with landmines due to ongoing family disputes, the sick and dying are locked in their homes with a red "X" painted on the front door, and protecting the land is holey work. Crime is a major problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. COLDBAR's national animal is the alien, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

COLDBAR is ranked 290,067^th in the world and 1^st in More Peace Less War for Lowest Crime Rates, with 31.16 law-abiding acts per hour.