The People's Republic of Santamar is a small, safe nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 32 million Santamarians 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 medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Spirituality. The average income tax rate is 29.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Santamarian economy, worth 1.16 trillion Castles a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Trout Farming. Average income is 36,228 Castles, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Legislators work 24/7 due to an influx of single-issue bills, people with political aspirations study how to make balloon animals, most ambassadors from Santamar retire only a few years after being appointed, and edutainment video games are taking Santamar's students to the next level. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Santamar's national animal is the Wild Dog, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Santamar is ranked 15,062^nd in the world and 1,500^th in The North Pacific for Most Influential, scoring 2,199 on the Soft Power Disbursement Rating.