The Republic of Glycerias is a very large, efficient nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, irreverence towards religion, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 127 million Glycerians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Education, Welfare, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 19.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Glycerian economy, worth 8.17 trillion Varns a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Beef-Based Agriculture industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Cheese Exports. Average income is 64,368 Varns, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

Diplomatic missions typically end with a flurry of childish insults, accusations and phlegm, the recital of citations that follows any political speech can be longer than the speech itself, you need two tenors and a coloratura contralto to sing the national anthem properly, and statistics show that terrorists often come from broken families. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Glycerias's national animal is the Pig, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Glycerias is ranked 27,348^th in the world and 1^st in Adairidae for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 5,006.92 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.