The Republic of Libcurl is a gargantuan, orderly nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, ban on automobiles, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 10.025 billion Libcurlians 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, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 44.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Libcurlian economy, worth 504 trillion kronor a year, is quite specialized and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Basket Weaving, Furniture Restoration, and Gambling. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 50,292 kronor, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Back-alley circumcision clinics are popping up all over the nation, the nation's faithful often say there is a higher power watching over them, patriots insist that size does matter, and street crime is on the rise as police officers spend most of their time in prisons. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Libcurl's national animal is the panther, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Libcurl is ranked 275,210^th in the world and 4,636^th in Artificial Solar System for Highest Food Quality, scoring 6.4 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.