The Republic of Dungeon Punk is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its state-planned economy, ritual sacrifices, and soft-spoken computers. The compassionate, devout population of 1.7 billion Dungeon Punkians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, moralistic, socially-minded government prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Administration, and Industry also on the agenda. The average income tax rate is 59.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Dungeon Punkian economy, worth 98.9 trillion NKBS a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 58,178 NKBS, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

People who have lived their entire lives in Dungeon Punk are shocked to discover that they are not citizens, the only Maxxmas gift frontline troops receive from officers is a bullet with the enemy's name on it, families are left homeless as entire suburbs are bulldozed on the whim of tribal chiefs, and endangered species are effective hostages against the Dungeon Punkian military. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dungeon Punk's national animal is the NKB, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dungeon Punk is ranked 246,333^rd in the world and 8,683^rd in Lazarus for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 46.16 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.