The Constitutional Republic of Andaricus is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Commander Daniel Johnson with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, unlimited-speed roads, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 30.553 billion Andarians 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 Education, Administration, and Defense also on the agenda, while Law & Order and Social Policy aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Andaria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Andaricusian economy, worth an astonishing 19,377 trillion andarian credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is a breathtaking 634,222 andarian credits, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

Male friends are often accompanied by a female relative in order to prove their 'straightness', the government is lending a hand to private industry, gay couples have to travel to Brancaland to find a church that will actually let them wed, and crowded passenger trains are near-silent save for the soft tap of fingers on touchscreens. 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. Andaricus's national animal is the thunderbird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Andaricus is ranked 294,433^rd in the world and 4^th in Former United States for Lowest Crime Rates, with 0.88 law-abiding acts per hour.