The Republic of 233 is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 617 million 233ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 52.8%.

The powerhouse 233ian economy, worth 54.7 trillion currencies a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 88,733 currencies , but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 266,948 per year while the poor average 23,011, a ratio of 11.6 to 1.

Illicit spice trade makes desert merchants wrangling worms blush, saying that someone looks a bit pale can be construed as hate speech, diaper ads feature vertically-challenged adults wearing bootees, and forty-year-old men are asked for their ID before watching the latest pony cartoon movies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 233's national animal is the animal, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

233 is ranked 69,741^st in the world and 34^th in Charleslandia for Largest Black Market, with 6.25 trillion Standard Monetary Units.