The Federal Republic of Terra Cinis is a very large, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical population of 120 million Cinisians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The tiny, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Welfare, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 7.5%.

The very strong Terra Cinisian economy, worth 8.01 trillion Dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is 66,768 Dollars, with the richest citizens earning 5.7 times as much as the poorest.

Elevator music has been replaced by thrash metal played at maximum volume, blind dates reemerge as a necessary evil in the quest for love, The Very Hungry Caterpillar has been banned for advocating gluttony, and Terra Cinisian watches are often the only thing to survive a disaster intact. Crime, especially youth-related, is relatively low. Terra Cinis's national animal is the Orca, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Terra Cinis is ranked 101,116^th in the world and 521^st in Europe for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 3,182.17 on the Hickory Productivity Index.