The Republic of Mambo 92 is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its compulsory military service, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 1.015 billion Mambo 92ians 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 large government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 53.0%.

The powerhouse Mambo 92ian economy, worth 84.5 trillion currencies a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 83,232 currencies, with the richest citizens earning 5.3 times as much as the poorest.

The country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, aristocratic family trees are beginning to resemble tumbleweeds, a blood-red mark on the doorframe means a building must be passed over for destruction, and saying that someone looks a bit pale can be construed as hate speech. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Mambo 92's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Mambo 92 is ranked 24,212^th in the world and 101^st in Izern for Safest, scoring 111.5 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.