The Republic of Fritorp is a massive, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, enslaved workforce, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, hard-working, humorless population of 1.596 billion Fritorpians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The large, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Healthcare, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 67.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Fritorpian economy, worth 168 trillion Percentages a year, is led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Furniture Restoration, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 105,734 Percentages, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 777,319 per year while the poor average 4,383, a ratio of 177 to 1.

Any citizen who cries is immediately assigned a psychiatrist, nature magazines featuring stick insects on their covers are sometimes mistaken for fashion magazines, foreign workers are flooding in as Percentages flood out, and the cruise missile launchers on the field hospital roof are purely deterrent in purpose. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fritorp's national animal is the Lemming, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Fritorp is ranked 91,890^th in the world and 2^nd in Yorensia for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,545.27 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.