The Republic of Card Thrall 369 is a huge, efficient nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, keen interest in outer space, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical population of 299 million Card Thrall 369ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 51.3%.

The very strong Card Thrall 369ian economy, worth 20.3 trillion sheep a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Woodchip Exports, and Basket Weaving. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 67,857 sheep, with the richest citizens earning 8.8 times as much as the poorest.

Those who don't have a bean to spend don't know a bean about Brasilistanian coffee beans, customer satisfaction with online delivery services is at an all time high, school lunches are made with hypo-allergenic wood pulp, and the nation's universities are often mistaken for foreign embassies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Card Thrall 369's national animal is the dollar, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Card Thrall 369 is ranked 171,092^nd in the world and 429^th in Holmond Holdings for Largest Black Market, with 790 billion Standard Monetary Units.