The Commonwealth of Arucaria is a massive, safe nation, ruled by President Eugene Stevens with a fair hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, suspicion of poets, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic population of 1.807 billion Arucarians 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, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Welfare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Prime City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 27.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Arucarian economy, worth 265 trillion credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Automobile Manufacturing, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is an impressive 147,075 credits, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 643,094 per year while the poor average 21,219, a ratio of 30.3 to 1.

Citizens are permitted to carry concealed handguns, companies balk at paying their workers, giggling elementary school newspaper reporters want to know why President Eugene Stevens is a silly poophead, and half-submerged and flooded seaside hotels are technically still next to the beach. Crime is totally unknown. Arucaria's national animal is the eagle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Arucaria is ranked 1,931^st in the world and 38^th in The North Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 10,749.57 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.