The Republic of I Fricked Up is a small, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, enslaved workforce, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, democratic, devout population of 36 million I Fricked Upians enjoy a sensible mix of personal and economic freedoms, while the political process is open and the people's right to vote held sacrosanct.

The medium-sized, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Spirituality, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 29.4%.

The sizeable but inefficient I Fricked Upian economy, worth 1.78 trillion 4th Edition Trench Dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Book Publishing. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 49,430 4th Edition Trench Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.4 times as much as the poorest.

The nation is in perpetual campaign mode, young and brooding teens are welcomed with open arms to the Dogwarts School of Strangeness and Sorcery, parents who try to organize playdates for their kids have police drop through their ceilings, and gay men commonly complain about their time of the month. Crime is totally unknown. I Fricked Up's national animal is the Black Spotted Tabby Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

I Fricked Up is ranked 192,108^th in the world and 8^th in I Fricked Up for Most Developed, scoring 52.8 on the Human Development Index.