The Croupier of The Sands Casino is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Lady Fortune with an iron fist, and remarkable for its museums and concert halls, public floggings, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 3.161 billion gamblers are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of the poker table. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.3%.

The frighteningly efficient gambling economy, worth 346 trillion chips a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an impressive 109,618 chips, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 537,908 per year while the poor average 12,785, a ratio of 42.1 to 1.

Dog owners proudly declare that their pups can predict when the mailman will arrive, Lady Fortune is refusing to make decisions until the Moon is out of Capricorn, on graduation day the hats thrown in the air fly high enough to stun passing pigeons, and the national sporting identity is represented by a talking burger and a singing smartphone. Crime is moderate. The Sands Casino's national animal is the gambler, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is getting rich quick.

The Sands Casino is ranked 6,460^th in the world and 2^nd in The Sands for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 102,712.59 Standard Monetary Units.