The Tinhamptonian Hellscape of Disbak is a colossal, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 5.068 billion Disbakians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The minute, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 5.7%.

The strong Disbakian economy, worth 362 trillion units a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is broadly diversified, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Uranium Mining, and Soda Sales. Average income is 71,428 units, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Traditional vegetarians are fuming over the introduction of vat-grown meat to the menu, unruly families are deliberately marooned on desert islands, Disbakian farm salmon are known for being both horribly diseased and remarkably acrobatic, and the police are destroying all photographic evidence of their own existence. Crime is moderate, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Disbak's national animal is the odd-looking-pollution-device-wearing cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Disbak is ranked 94,101^st in the world and 25^th in Mrs Doubtfire for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 3,376.86 on the Hickory Productivity Index.