The Commonwealth of Mint Chip 37 is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its frequent executions, irreverence towards religion, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 3.059 billion Mint Chip 37ians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Defense, with Administration, Healthcare, and Welfare also on the agenda, while International Aid and Industry receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 12.8%.

The very strong Mint Chip 37ian economy, worth 111 trillion kronor a year, is led by the Soda Sales industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. Average income is 36,374 kronor, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 131,893 per year while the poor average 7,148, a ratio of 18.5 to 1.

Sleep-deprived officials are known to collapse after late night revision for their examinations, the police have taken to prying guns out of the cold fingers of Mint Chip 37ians, men avoid even so much as looking at female colleagues, and Mint Chip 37 has designated Mint Chip 37 City as its capital city. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Mint Chip 37's national animal is the lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Mint Chip 37 is ranked 286,325^th in the world and 15,507^th in Balder for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -8 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.