The Republic of Ban Island is a mammoth, safe nation, renowned for its digital currency, ubiquitous missile silos, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 8.016 billion Ban Islandians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 64.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Ban Islandian economy, worth 862 trillion Golds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 107,562 Golds, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.3 times as much as the poorest.

Burial ceremonies have become as routinised as tax forms, families are left homeless as entire suburbs are bulldozed on the whim of tribal chiefs, cities in Ban Island declare independence based on interpretation of the historic meaning of cave paintings, and students who refuse to pray are expelled from school. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Ban Island's national animal is the Clam, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Ban Island is ranked 40,121^st in the world and 355^th in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 23,665.87 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.