The Republic of Pharmakon is a huge, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 556 million Pharmakonians 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, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Bay of Whispers. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 11.5%.

The strong Pharmakonian economy, worth 22.5 trillion raffle tickets a year, is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Cheese Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 40,443 raffle tickets, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 162,502 per year while the poor average 6,740, a ratio of 24.1 to 1.

Citizens who don't attend the nation's massive military parades tend to disappear overnight, frat-house partying has become the national pastime, computer users are buried daily in thousands of unsolicited emails, and the nation's train stations are widely considered to be the ugliest in After Hours. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Pharmakon's national animal is the dragonfly, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Pharmakon is ranked 77,657^th in the world and 8^th in After Hours for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,957.03 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.