The Republic of Moira is a mammoth, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, avowedly heterosexual populace, and zero percent divorce rate. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 8.821 billion Moirans 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 enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 58.0%.

The thriving Moiran economy, worth 532 trillion yen a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Cheese Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 60,417 yen, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 210,881 per year while the poor average 12,591, a ratio of 16.7 to 1.

Shady doctors seem to have impeccable records, the military is slashing spending on conventional arms and diverting it to spending on prosthetic arms, a new guerrilla marketing campaign for tap water involves government agents spraying random citizens with hose water, and troop transports blacken the sky as the military commences Operation Desert Ocean. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Moira's national animal is the fate, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Moira is ranked 295,404^th in the world and 3,723^rd in Remembrance for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -11.4 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.