The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, complete lack of prisons, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 24.943 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 government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. 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 14,328 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 574,456 andarian credits, with the richest citizens earning 6.7 times as much as the poorest.

Big Agriculture has the government by the nuts, children's bedrooms are often decorated with posters of successful accountants, college-level writing classes are taught by undergraduate editors of the school newspaper, and disability advocates are not amused that they are told to be dependent on Andarians's kindness. 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 19^th in the world and 1^st in Former United States for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 1,416.32 on the Bus Surprisal Index.