The Armed Republic of Diskorde is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by Lady Mournrose with an even hand, and remarkable for its frequent executions, pith helmet sales, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate population of 2.908 billion Diskordans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The large, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Diskorda. The average income tax rate is 68.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Diskordan economy, worth 197 trillion dollars a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Basket Weaving, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 67,909 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Droves of former desperados are applying to join the border police, crime suspects are forced to submit to blood testing, the demands of climate protestors are measured in spray-paint can sales, and the contraband cigarette trade is lighting up across Diskorde. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Diskorde's national animal is the wolf, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Diskorde is ranked 273,230^th in the world and 5^th in Purple Pony Club for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -7.21 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.