The Republic of Laser Guns is a colossal, cultured nation, remarkable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, otherworldly petting zoo, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 7.849 billion Laser Gunsians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 1.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Laser Gunsian economy, worth a remarkable 2,959 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 377,013 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,524,166 per year while the poor average 3,482, a ratio of 1,012 to 1.

Half of Laser Guns just lost MyFace after space debris collided with a major communications satellite, graffiti graces every city's streets, a performance of the hit musical "Mamma Tua" has been delayed after squatters were found sleeping in the orchestra pit, and caroling is considered a public disturbance. 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. Laser Guns's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Laser Guns is ranked 301,223^rd in the world and 35^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Most Primitive, scoring -312.74 on the Scary Big Number Scale.