The Republic of Euro 137 is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its parental licensing program, punitive income tax rates, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.779 billion Euro 137ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 75.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Euro 137ian economy, worth 851 trillion Cards a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 125,605 Cards, with the richest citizens earning 5.2 times as much as the poorest.

Incompetent former soldiers have been re-employed as incompetent cleaners and kitchen staff, government employees have reverted to carrier pigeon due to never-ending virus scans, farmers have taken to hunting billionaires who encroach on their land, and students and teachers are regularly stopped and searched for symbols of religious affiliation before class. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Euro 137's national animal is the Raven, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Euro 137 is ranked 25,648^th in the world and 420^th in Memeland United for Most Corrupt Governments, with 82.87 kickbacks per hour.