The Republic of Junara is a mammoth, cultured nation, ruled by Mr Prime Minister with an even hand, and notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, rampant corporate plagiarism, and flagrant waste-dumping. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 7.395 billion Junarans 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, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rajna. The average income tax rate is 46.9%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Junaran economy, worth a remarkable 1,341 trillion Zanas a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an impressive 181,462 Zanas, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

Foreign 'investors' have been taking a great interest in the new secret shuttle, the song 'They Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Junara' is a smash hit, Mr Prime Minister has been seen stealthily slicing fifths off bread loaves, and social media sites prompt users to send birthday greetings to unresponsive nonagenarians. Crime is totally unknown. Junara's national animal is the Dajabird, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Junara is ranked 159,372^nd in the world and 800^th in the Plains of Perdition for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 798.65 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.