The Republic of PFG is a large, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, free-roaming dinosaurs, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 142 million PFGians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, pro-business, outspoken government is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Industry, Education, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Environment and Spirituality are ignored. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.9%.

The thriving PFGian economy, worth 9.50 trillion dollas a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is 66,922 dollas, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 343,515 per year while the poor average 7,139, a ratio of 48.1 to 1.

The rainbow assortment of chemicals in the water has turned the frogs gay, speech bubbles are the soul of wit, war criminals are given full state funerals, and matryoshka dolls resembling nested Death Stars are commonly sold. Crime is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. PFG's national animal is the rapper, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

PFG is ranked 298,210^th in the world and 58^th in Cole World for Largest Populations, with 142 million capita.