The Grand Republic of Great Marsinia is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by National Assembly with an even hand, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, ubiquitous missile silos, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 14.306 billion Marsinians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Cynosura. The average income tax rate is 96.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Marsinian economy, worth a remarkable 2,489 trillion Idoles a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 174,001 Idoles, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The banshee wail foretells skies of death, children gain their first sex education from reading the dictionary, classes at Cynosura University get canceled on Brancaland's Independence Day, and the government regularly reassures citizens that there are no monsters under their beds. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Great Marsinia's national animal is the Tippler, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is laïcité.

Great Marsinia is ranked 15,023^rd in the world and 326^th in the South Pacific for Most Patriotic, with 39.12 flags saluted per person per day.