The Republic of Izern 191 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, unlimited-speed roads, and disturbing lack of elderly people. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.823 billion Izern 191ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 52.3%.

The powerhouse Izern 191ian economy, worth 190 trillion banks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Trout Farming, and Retail. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 104,338 banks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 328,740 per year while the poor average 25,320, a ratio of 13.0 to 1.

Seasonal hay-fever sufferers are attending government drug counselling sessions to get free doughnuts, it is a common belief that a sport isn't sport if there are no decapitations, weighted heels are added to military boots to ensure diminutive celebrities meet minimum requirements, and they say the best compromise leaves everyone feeling a little unarmed. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 191's national animal is the card, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Izern 191 is ranked 59,855^th in the world and 167^th in Izern for Highest Average Incomes, with 104,338.73 Standard Monetary Units.