The Republic of Verex is a massive, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, complete absence of social welfare, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 2.036 billion Verexians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, although Education and Administration are also considered important, while International Aid and Spirituality receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.8%.

The Verexian economy, worth 93.3 trillion hyperinflated currency units a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 45,842 hyperinflated currency units, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 298,042 per year while the poor average 2,805, a ratio of 106 to 1.

Surveillance cameras are banned, taxpayer-funded government ads are promoting Brancaland as a premier filming location, cheap and tasteless vegetables flood the markets, and a valid legal defense is 'dead men tell no tales'. Crime is a major problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Verex's national animal is the boa constrictor, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Verex is ranked 18,366^th in the world and 4^th in Mrs Doubtfire for Nudest, with 222.75 cheeks per square mile.