The Republic of Djas3 is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its public floggings, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 5.347 billion Djas3ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 43.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Djas3ian economy, worth 239 trillion Zuzzes a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 44,760 Zuzzes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Grazing lands are filled with cattle wearing odd-looking anti-pollution devices, torture is commonly used to extract information from suspected criminals, there's a lot of mouth-breathers about these days, and seven-year-olds debate for weeks on the merits of the Oxford comma. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Djas3's national animal is the Mamba, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Djas3 is ranked 216,485^th in the world and 3^rd in The Free United Nations for Least Corrupt Governments, with 91.81 percentage of bribes refused.