The Republic of Consul162 is a very large, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate population of 315 million Consul162ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 51.5%.

The strong Consul162ian economy, worth 16.6 trillion deniers a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Furniture Restoration, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 52,785 deniers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.8 times as much as the poorest.

One does not simply walk into the tundra, a blood-red mark on the doorframe means a building must be passed over for destruction, the transit system is throwing poor people under the bus, and the immigration office has an express line for people bringing cash in briefcases. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Consul162's national animal is the wolf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Consul162 is ranked 39,963^rd in the world and 53^rd in Lower Llobregat for Nicest Citizens, with 18.66 average smiles per day.