The United Socialist Republic of Mandicoria is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by The Council with an iron fist, and remarkable for its strictly enforced bedtime, anti-smoking policies, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 25.277 billion Mandicorians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, although Law & Order and Industry are also considered important, while Spirituality and Environment aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kreskin. The average income tax rate is 59.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Mandicorian economy, worth a remarkable 4,087 trillion Ration Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is an impressive 161,700 Ration Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Political speeches always take place at sunset to a background of patriotic power ballads, the nation's atlases tend to go out of date every few weeks, the "feminist protest" defence is increasingly common for cases of armed robbery, and shoppers insist that instruction labels exempt their purchases from VAT. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mandicoria's national animal is the Arctic Fox, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is State Atheism.

Mandicoria is ranked 24,747^th in the world and 2^nd in Altea for Highest Poor Incomes, with 83,666.06 Standard Monetary Units.