The Federal Republic of Icescreamistan is a massive, safe nation, ruled by RIM2XW with an iron fist, and notable for its frequent executions, prohibition of alcohol, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.286 billion Icescreamistanians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Icescreamabad. The average income tax rate is 70.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Icescreamistanian economy, worth 50.2 trillion Icescreams a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Arms Manufacturing, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 39,031 Icescreams, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Blind dates reemerge as a necessary evil in the quest for love, space research funding has hit a recent high while several military bases are being closed down, advertisers are struggling to make water sound cool to a twitchy public, and a major religion has been named as Icescreamistan's national religion. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Icescreamistan's national animal is the Mythic icescream, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Icescreamistan is ranked 207,723^rd in the world and 5,335^th in the West Pacific for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring -1.77 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.