The Republic of Fortaria is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its strictly enforced bedtime, pith helmet sales, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 9.228 billion Fortarians 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. The average income tax rate is 95.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Fortarian economy, worth a remarkable 2,091 trillion Densaner Penances a year, is mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 226,615 Densaner Penances, with the richest citizens earning 7.1 times as much as the poorest.

Nations that kill a Fortarian can expect a strongly worded letter, grinding bureaucracy has the international wheels of justice turning slowly, the government has an entire department dedicated to staring at microscopes and writing down letters, and the slowest students feel vaguely targeted by their Mendelian Inheritance coursework. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fortaria's national animal is the Western Lynx, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Fortaria is ranked 286,954^th in the world and 45^th in The Card Mine for Most Beautiful Environments, with 3.57 pounds of wildlife per square mile.