The Armed Republic of 66th Tank Battalion is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, cynical population of 9.895 billion 66th Tank Battalionians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 58.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The 66th Tank Battalionian economy, worth 407 trillion APSD Shells a year, is quite specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Furniture Restoration, Book Publishing, and Tourism. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 41,197 APSD Shells, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Fiscal policy hawks decry the sizable "panem et circenses" fund added to the public budget, on graduation day the hats thrown in the air fly high enough to stun passing pigeons, the navy is chrome-plating its battleships to prevent rust, and those who cut young children are told to cut it out. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. 66th Tank Battalion's national animal is the Tank, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

66th Tank Battalion is ranked 90,174^th in the world and 78^th in Resuscitation for Safest, scoring 86.14 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.