The Republic of Panzer Vor 383 is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.974 billion Panzer Vor 383ians 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 large, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 48.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Panzer Vor 383ian economy, worth 81.7 trillion Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Trout Farming, Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 41,379 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Student athletes gaze forlornly at abandoned Lionball fields, serial killers who are released early distribute death but not their seed, the new airport at Mr. Giles' farm is panicking his sheep, and male med students learning female anatomy do so with their eyes tightly closed. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 383's national animal is the Lion, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Panzer Vor 383 is ranked 200,762^nd in the world and 7,403^rd in Suspicious for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -3.16 on the Clooney Contribution Index.