The Republic of Izern 35 is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, enslaved workforce, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 3.699 billion Izern 35ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 71.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Izern 35ian economy, worth 516 trillion guilders a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 139,736 guilders, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

The military has grudgingly released all top secret information in an effort for greater transparency, trying to toast marshmallows in an electric fireplace just isn't the same, the government spares every expense for national defence, and people who get diabetes can sue donut manufacturers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 35's national animal is the swan, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Izern 35 is ranked 266,536^th in the world and 638^th in Izern for Fattest Citizens, with 6.81 Obesity Rate.