The Explosive Minefield of Afrani is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Motion Sensor Camera III with an iron fist, and remarkable for its daily referendums, infamous sell-swords, and triple-decker prams. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.072 billion Afranians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roysk. The average income tax rate is 36.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Afranian economy, worth 97.9 trillion Glod Pieces a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 91,287 Glod Pieces, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Public loudspeakers constantly tell citizens they are "happy people", teenage TV characters are played by thirty-year-olds by the end of the second season, pet owners must make a payment if their charges leave a deposit, and parents tell their children 'what a lovely mistake you turned out to be'. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Afrani's national animal is the 20 Kiloton Nuclear Bomb, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is The Communist Manifesto.

Afrani is ranked 68,301^st in the world and 33^rd in Corsair for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring 4,174.19 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.