The Anarchist Communes of Catarcas is a colossal, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, hatred of cheese, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 3.962 billion Catarcasians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, liberal, outspoken individuals keep a keen eye out for any attempt to organize such a thing, and ruthlessly crush it. Income tax is unheard of.

The very strong Catarcasian economy, worth 239 trillion Ricars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Pizza Delivery, and Retail. Average income is 60,334 Ricars, with the richest citizens earning 6.9 times as much as the poorest.

Graffiti graces every city's streets, street gangs rule most of the nation's major cities, the "Underwear of Women in Power" issue of The Catarcas City Times is sold out, and the land is famous throughout the region for its rampant lawlessness. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Catarcas's national animal is the Condor, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Catarcas is ranked 333,063^rd in the world and 109^th in Anarchy for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring -24.49 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.