The Desolate Wasteland of Kubra is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Leader with an iron fist, and renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, unlimited-speed roads, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 22.248 billion Kubrans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Public Transport, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of ijustwanttousetheforum. The average income tax rate is 34.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Kubran economy, worth a remarkable 1,903 trillion neetbuxes a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, and Information Technology. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 85,541 neetbuxes, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Thousands of former pirates can be found peddling knockoff products in flea markets, enemy navies sail within bombardment range of major coastal cities with impunity, the people consider response to rudeness to be an acceptable casus belli, and ritual mummification is making a comeback. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Kubra's national animal is the thing, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is whydidthishappen.

Kubra is ranked 241,836^th in the world and 9,751^st in Osiris for Lowest Crime Rates, with 4.39 law-abiding acts per hour.