The Republic of Izern 50 is a colossal, genial nation, renowned for its national health service, suspicion of poets, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 3.269 billion Izern 50ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 68.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Izern 50ian economy, worth 393 trillion lire 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, Tourism, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 120,421 lire, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

Ships are encouraged to deliberately run aground onto Izern 50ian beaches, glancing at the car radio display while driving is treated as attempted homicide, the nation's prisons are touted as the best weight loss programs money can't buy, and enemy agents are generally eliminated with extreme prejudice. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Izern 50's national animal is the parrot, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Izern 50 is ranked 170,653^rd in the world and 43^rd in Izern for Largest Populations, with 3.27 billion capita.