The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, museums and concert halls, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 15.885 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, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. 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 a remarkable 6,914 trillion andarian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 435,265 andarian credits, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,599,933 per year while the poor average 33,204, a ratio of 78.3 to 1.

Commander Daniel Johnson lives life on the open road - complete with groupies, the government's stance on marriage is 'Let Andarians marry themselves', billions of andarian credits are being blown on orbital weapons development, and wealthy parents-to-be can select their perfect baby. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. Andaricus's national animal is the thunderbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Andaricus is ranked 28^th in the world and 1^st in Former United States for Highest Crime Rates, with 230.84 Crimes Per Hour.