The Republic of Arachnist Paradise is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its complete lack of prisons, public floggings, and restrictive gun laws. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.777 billion Arachnist Paradiseans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it prioritizes Law & Order, with Defense, Administration, and Education also on the agenda. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Arachnist Paradisean economy, worth a remarkable 2,440 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, extremely specialized black market in Basket Weaving. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 313,753 currencies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

There's sophisticated talk of revolution within the ever-expanding mining colonies, Leader's family members carry literal get-out-of-jail-free cards, most of the population has had bad experiences with hoes, and fortified nursing homes are wracked with daily skirmishes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Arachnist Paradise's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Arachnist Paradise is ranked 1,143^rd in the world and 12^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Most Primitive, scoring 231.02 on the Scary Big Number Scale.