The Borderlands of Nothreen is a colossal, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 6.169 billion Nothreenians 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, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Industry, with Defense also on the agenda, while Law & Order and Environment are ignored. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Nothreenian economy, worth a remarkable 2,296 trillion Noos a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 372,210 Noos, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,677,514 per year while the poor average 16,666, a ratio of 160 to 1.

Politicians fear the otherworldly wrath of poorly made cheese, politicians tend to jump ship to whichever party is currently leading in the polls, grocery stores can be audibly identified by the giggling emerging from them, and for the sake of 'public interest' news programs tell viewers how to home-make Sarin gas bombs. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Nothreen's national animal is the dove, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Nothreen is ranked 1,716^th in the world and 9^th in the South Pacific for Most Pro-Market, scoring 100 on the Rand Index.