The Republic of P237 is a very large, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, otherworldly petting zoo, and pith helmet sales. The compassionate population of 370 million P237ians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 52.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The P237ian economy, worth 18.6 trillion złoties 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, Uranium Mining, Cheese Exports, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 50,159 złoties, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

A newly discovered small mammal's name translates into P237ian as 'your finger, you fool', territories have the right to secede if they aren't happy, it is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations, and only toddlers and the elderly watch television before 23:00. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. P237's national animal is the monkey, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

P237 is ranked 148,497^th in the world and 1,132^nd in the Rejected Realms for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 1,022.07 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.