The Republic of IndiCard3 is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its enslaved workforce, frequent executions, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 5.744 billion IndiCard3ians 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 large, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 60.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse IndiCard3ian economy, worth 373 trillion Banks a year, is quite specialized and led by the Furniture Restoration industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 64,942 Banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Burnt-out forty-foot-tall wicker men dot the countryside, police conduct weekly raids looking for contraband cheeseburgers, high school bands practice by moonlight, and the government only invests in infrastructure after a natural disaster. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. IndiCard3's national animal is the Elecruel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

IndiCard3 is ranked 238,282^nd in the world and 11^th in Pax Indica for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -6.69 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.