The Republic of Pontbridge is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Stylesjl with a fair hand, and notable for its daily referendums, ubiquitous missile silos, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 36.582 billion Pontbridgers 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 relatively small, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Education, with Administration and Industry also on the agenda, while Spirituality receives no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pontbridge. The average income tax rate is 20.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Pontbridger economy, worth an astonishing 19,594 trillion Credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is a breathtaking 535,630 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

Political satirists and late night comedians weep as the government begins cleaning up its act, an increasing percentage of the population's youth have homosexual parents, artists are pillars of society, and a typical fast food menu item could serve a small army. Crime is totally unknown. Pontbridge's national animal is the Eagle, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Pontbridge is ranked 850^th in the world and 3^rd in Pontbridge Islands for Most Developed, scoring 98.7 on the Human Development Index.