The Glorious Empire of Burning Pants is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by The King of Braves with a fair hand, and notable for its infamous sell-swords, unlimited-speed roads, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 21.523 billion Burner of Pants live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken individuals juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of adventure. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pants-Burner economy, worth a remarkable 7,870 trillion G-Stones a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 365,668 G-Stones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

Priceless Maxtopian artwork can often be found in executive bathrooms, the mood of raunchy movies is often ruined by the sound of babies crying, The King of Braves can finally stop kneading the dough and start rolling in it instead, and the immigration office has an express line for people bringing cash in briefcases. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Burning Pants's national animal is the Fighting Mechanoid, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Oath Sworn Through Courage.

Burning Pants is ranked 294,401^st in the world and 11,349^th in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 1.28 law-abiding acts per hour.