The Explosive Minefield of Afrani is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Motion Sensor Camera III with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, infamous sell-swords, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.089 billion Afranians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roysk. The average income tax rate is 37.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Afranian economy, worth 99.4 trillion Glod Pieces a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 91,259 Glod Pieces, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

Twins move across the country to avoid being accused of the other's crimes, commuters travel in zigzags to avoid stalking accusations, a passport is literally priceless, and charged suspects often have to wait years before the courts have room to judge their trial. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Afrani's national animal is the 20 Kiloton Nuclear Bomb, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is The Communist Manifesto.

Afrani is ranked 234,711^th in the world and 143^rd in Corsair for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 861.03 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.