The Republic of Izern 320 is a small, safe nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed population of 36 million Izern 320ians 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 medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 25.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient Izern 320ian economy, worth 1.23 trillion izerns a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 34,102 izerns, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Fans doing the wave routinely disrupt the finals of Go tournaments, some say Leader has gone MAD after authorizing the development of apocalyptic biological weapons, people are careful to avoid hyperbolising that they'd "rather die" than support Leader, and interviewees for teaching jobs are waterboarded to "reveal undesirable histories". Crime is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 320's national animal is the izern, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Izern 320 is ranked 274,472^nd in the world and 874^th in Izern for Most Developed, scoring 50.27 on the Human Development Index.