The Community of Firesale is a titanic, genial nation, renowned for its soft-spoken computers, frequent executions, and keen interest in outer space. The devout population of 10.063 billion Firesaleans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 53.0%.

The strong Firesalean economy, worth 480 trillion Banks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is dominated by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Gambling. Average income is 47,726 Banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

The working classes live and die on the fields of the farming communes, every workday begins with group therapy, five-year-olds chanting "Little Miss Muffet" are accused of bullying arachnophobes, and airplane passengers have been known to stuff pillows in their jackets to get extra arm room. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Firesale's national animal is the Card, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Firesale is ranked 74,884^th in the world and 1^st in The Cardtel for Safest, scoring 93.75 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.