The Republic of Frownin is a colossal, cultured nation, renowned for its disturbing lack of elderly people, complete lack of prisons, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 8.077 billion Frowninians are effectively ruled by a group of massive corporations, who run for political office and provide their well-off citizens with world-class goods and services. Their poorer citizens, however, are mostly starving to death while being urged to go out and get real jobs. The populace has reasonably extensive civil rights, although these are mostly aimed at allowing them to buy whatever they like.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 3.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Frowninian economy, worth a remarkable 3,259 trillion currencies a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 403,531 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,728,768 per year while the poor average 4,282, a ratio of 870 to 1.

Police officers that upset their bosses get assigned to 24 hour stakeouts of bike sheds, sports journals are full of uplifting puff-pieces on professional boxers, an aboriginal talking stick is used for leaders' debates at election time, and the nation's countrysides are littered with landmines due to ongoing family disputes. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Frownin's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Frownin is ranked 338,852^nd in the world and 55^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Most Pacifist, with 1.45 cheeks turned per day.