The Damned Imperium of Mandicoria is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Jaarliku Conquerer of Death with an iron fist, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 23.056 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 are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kreskin. The average income tax rate is 53.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Mandicorian economy, worth a remarkable 3,722 trillion Imperial Standard Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Woodchip Exports. Average income is an impressive 161,451 Imperial Standard Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Pro-democracy protesters are shot on sight by state police, the acceptance of acupuncture and other alternative therapies has needled the scientific community, signs at the border tell international drivers where they can put their cars, and counselors have to sign pledges supporting gay rights before they can speak to any patients. 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 Flesh Wraith, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Front of the Usurpation.

Mandicoria is ranked 22,475^th in the world and 1,536^th in Balder for Lowest Crime Rates, with 87.77 law-abiding acts per hour.