The Republic of Carlton FC is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its avant-garde cinema, soft-spoken computers, and smutty television. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.048 billion Carlton FCians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 32.8%.

The thriving Carlton FCian economy, worth 417 trillion Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Tourism, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Arms Manufacturing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 103,069 Dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 348,837 per year while the poor average 22,505, a ratio of 15.5 to 1.

The Carlton FC Automotive Racing Series draws millions of spectators annually while those near the tracks complain about the noise, the volume of paperwork used to complete a single environmental assessment defeats the purpose, street crime is on the rise as police officers spend most of their time in prisons, and elderly tribespeople die in bed surrounded by loved ones and linguists. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Carlton FC's national animal is the Blues, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Carlton FC is ranked 67,755^th in the world and 1^st in AFL for Most Developed, scoring 71.73 on the Human Development Index.