The Armed Republic of CR89 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its prohibition of alcohol, complete lack of prisons, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.235 billion CR89ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 84.2%.

The frighteningly efficient CR89ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,348 trillion cards a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Black market activity is rampant. Average income is an impressive 186,372 cards, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.6 times as much as the poorest.

School lessons are constantly interrupted by 'teacher needs a break' time, minstrels carrying coconut shells provide sound effects wherever their nobles wander, business owners return from long vacations to find their factories have been turned into homeless shelters, and grim instructresses lead the unwillingly impregnated in chants of "it's all my fault" and "blessed be the fruit". Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. CR89's national animal is the legendary, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

CR89 is ranked 20,223^rd in the world and 557^th in Two for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 2,266.61 on the Societal Mobility Rating.