The Republic of Card Thrall 306 is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its parental licensing program, smutty television, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 3.329 billion Card Thrall 306ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 74.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Card Thrall 306ian economy, worth 448 trillion sheep a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 134,709 sheep, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

Even in the most hardened climate scientists break down at the sound of a single drop of rain, a typical peasant's life cycle leads from birth to the gallows, pallbearers at military funerals dive for cover when they hear the three-volley salute, and the sun rises an hour later on border communities. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Card Thrall 306's national animal is the dollar, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Card Thrall 306 is ranked 18,870^th in the world and 122^nd in Holmond Holdings for Most Developed, scoring 87.38 on the Human Development Index.