The Republic of Concordare is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by the Consul with an even hand, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, ubiquitous missile silos, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful population of 33.789 billion Concordarans enjoy extensive civil freedoms, particularly in social issues, while business tends to be more regulated.

The tiny, liberal government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Capitol. The average income tax rate is 7.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Concordaran economy, worth an astonishing 12,844 trillion Dinars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an amazing 380,129 Dinars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Pranking is an art form, engine room hooch is the drink of choice among the nation's navy, the nation's industries are scrambling to switch to biodegradable plastics, and artists count down the years until the Consul is allowed to listen to their music. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Concordare's national animal is the Falcon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Kyrism.

Concordare is ranked 316,891^st in the world and 17^th in Haiku for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring zero on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.