The Republic of Panzer Vor 849 is a massive, orderly nation, notable for its keen interest in outer space, avowedly heterosexual populace, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 2.372 billion Panzer Vor 849ians 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 59.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient Panzer Vor 849ian economy, worth 102 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 Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Information Technology. 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 43,299 Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Wrongful arrests abound as 'criminals' blame the guy next to them, the government is reining in public spending, the question "please would you...?" is usually laden with passive aggression, and it's believed that women's brains will overheat if they think for themselves. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Panzer Vor 849's national animal is the Lion.

Panzer Vor 849 is ranked 170,639^th in the world and 249^th in Celiane for Nudest, with 114.75 cheeks per square mile.