The Borderlands of Nothreen is a colossal, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, unlimited-speed roads, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 8.302 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, is solely concerned with Industry. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Nothreenian economy, worth a remarkable 3,415 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 411,410 Noos, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,959,498 per year while the poor average 18,421, a ratio of 160 to 1.

Economists confusingly list "fusarium rot and leaf blight" as major risk factors for monetary deflation, card collectors duel to the death, children's bedrooms are often decorated with posters of successful accountants, and gun shops sell hook hands and eye patches. 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 215,894^th in the world and 6,779^th in the South Pacific for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring -60 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.