The Federation of Dariance is a colossal, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, free-roaming dinosaurs, and compulsory gun ownership. The compassionate, devout population of 3.835 billion Darianceans are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 48.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Dariancean economy, worth 285 trillion stences a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Automobile Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Woodchip Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 74,414 stences, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Love is a precious butterfly to be crushed under diplomatic protocol, the might of the entire Dariancean Navy is focused on fifty bemused spear-throwing islanders, even the nation's brussel sprouts are delicious and nutritious, and ambulances aren't allowed to overtake hearses. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dariance's national animal is the lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Dariance is ranked 63,340^th in the world and 1^st in West Pacific for Safest, scoring 98.71 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.