The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, frequent executions, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 23.787 billion Andarians 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 minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Industry, although Education and Defense are also considered important, while Law & Order and Social Policy aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Andaria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Andaricusian economy, worth an astonishing 13,293 trillion andarian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is a breathtaking 558,874 andarian credits, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,332,326 per year while the poor average 42,819, a ratio of 77.8 to 1.

High school band practice is often crashed by technicolor-clad ravers, court verdicts are predictable to within a hundredth of a percentage point, wealthy parents-to-be can select their perfect baby, and the freedom to be free is always just out of reach. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Andaricus's national animal is the thunderbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Andaricus is ranked 530^th in the world and 1^st in Former United States for Largest Furniture Restoration Industry, scoring 15,982.04 on the Spitz-Pollish Productivity Index.