The Republic of Flooforia is a titanic, cultured nation, ruled by Biff with a fair hand, and notable for its museums and concert halls, ritual sacrifices, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 20.709 billion Flooforians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Floofopolis. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Flooforian economy, worth a remarkable 7,299 trillion bricks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with major contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 352,487 bricks, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,300,191 per year while the poor average 3,188, a ratio of 1,035 to 1.

Children and steel are ubiquitous features of the nethermost depths of Flooforia, mosh pits are a common phenomenon in Biff's political rallies, 'I'm Coming Out' has shot to the top of the nation's music charts, and mathematics majors learn about new ways to model their crushing debt. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Flooforia's national animal is the yak, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Individualism.

Flooforia is ranked 48^th in the world and 2^nd in Balder for Largest Gambling Industry, scoring 57,321.83 on the Kelly Criterion Productivity Index.