The Republic of Phydios is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by President Ross with a fair hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, public floggings, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 9.904 billion Phydiosians 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 prioritizes Defense, with Education, Law & Order, and Spirituality also on the agenda, while Social Policy and International Aid are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sula. The average income tax rate is 73.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Phydiosian economy, worth a remarkable 1,562 trillion quinoes a year, is quite specialized and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Arms Manufacturing, and Information Technology. Average income is an impressive 157,732 quinoes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

Phydiosians are regularly fired for looking at MyFace during their lunch breaks, puppies given out free in marketing promotions are often tossed straight into the trash, cyber-crime and tin-foil hat sales are both increasing at record rates, and the Museum of Blackacrean War Crimes is located on "Blackacre Did Nothing Wrong Avenue". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Phydios's national animal is the jaguar, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Phydios is ranked 156,690^th in the world and 70^th in Right to Life for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -17.61 on the Clooney Contribution Index.