The Republic of Izern 162 is a massive, cultured nation, remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, ubiquitous missile silos, and parental licensing program. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 1.943 billion Izern 162ians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 58.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Izern 162ian economy, worth 207 trillion banks a year, is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 106,933 banks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.7 times as much as the poorest.

In life full of care there is no time to stop and stare, drivers regularly pull over for nonexistent police cars, weather forecasts are accurate but nobody has the bandwidth to view them, and a nickname of "Doctor Death" probably indicates a decorated war hero. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 162's national animal is the card, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Izern 162 is ranked 219,156^th in the world and 460^th in Izern for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -3.55 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.