The Republic of Feralas is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 11.878 billion Feralasians 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 tiny, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Defense, with Welfare, Healthcare, and Administration also on the agenda, while International Aid and Spirituality receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.7%.

The strong Feralasian economy, worth 510 trillion marks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Retail, and Trout Farming. Average income is 43,002 marks, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 277,155 per year while the poor average 2,695, a ratio of 102 to 1.

Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Feralas's national animal is the tiger, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Feralas is ranked 4,759^th in the world and 1^st in The Order of the Grey Wardens for Most Extreme, scoring 47.51 on the Paul-Nader Subjective Decentrality Index.