The Holy Land of Rex Republic is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Jmasrus with an iron fist, and remarkable for its prohibition of alcohol, pith helmet sales, and hatred of cheese. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 27.483 billion Rex Republicians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, although Law & Order, Education, and Environment are also considered important, while Welfare and Social Policy receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rexburg. The average income tax rate is 52.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Rex Republician economy, worth a remarkable 5,987 trillion Rexes 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Uranium Mining. 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 an amazing 217,845 Rexes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Toothpaste is a mealtime delicacy, moles make up an incredible part of the upper crust, wars are forgotten but not forgiven, and jaw strain is an increasingly common ailment. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Rex Republic's national animal is the Arapaima, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Bite Me.

Rex Republic is ranked 332,892^nd in the world and 4,830^th in The North Pacific for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -18.93 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.