The Republic of Bakerloo 11 is a gargantuan, safe nation, renowned for its otherworldly petting zoo, free-roaming dinosaurs, and suspicion of poets. The devout population of 10.203 billion Bakerloo 11ians are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 36.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Bakerloo 11ian economy, worth 521 trillion marks a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Uranium Mining, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 51,130 marks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Death row inmates cower in fear at the phrase "one-year anniversary", fearful citizens watch their every move as does their government, almost all of the nation's water is piped into the country from abroad for exorbitant prices, and arbitration is mightier than the sword. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Bakerloo 11's national animal is the parrot, which can occasionally be seen dodging aircraft in the nation's cities.

Bakerloo 11 is ranked 33,109^th in the world and 6^th in Eurasia for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,543.07 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.