The Republic of Frownin is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its museums and concert halls, pith helmet sales, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 7.787 billion Frowninians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 3.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Frowninian economy, worth a remarkable 3,064 trillion currencies a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 393,516 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,634,793 per year while the poor average 4,195, a ratio of 866 to 1.

Infantry are nicknamed "mushrooms" because they get fed crap and are left in the dark, reports of arson have doubled since the introduction of a privatised fire protection service, citizens are bombarded with advertising from their compulsory miniature radios, and nose plugs are the latest Frowninian fashion accessory. 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. Frownin's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Frownin is ranked 311,464^th in the world and 51^st in Vickenian experiment incubator for Most Primitive, scoring -545.05 on the Scary Big Number Scale.