The Republic of Puppet Crushers is a titanic, efficient nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape and irreverence towards religion. The hard-working, democratic population of 16.594 billion Puppet Crushersians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, outspoken government prioritizes Welfare, with Education and Healthcare also on the agenda, while Spirituality and Environment are ignored. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.6%.

The very strong Puppet Crushersian economy, worth 851 trillion human ribs a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, with significant contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is 51,340 human ribs, with the richest citizens earning 8.4 times as much as the poorest.

Crime is moderate, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Puppet Crushers's national animal is the womble, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Puppet Crushers is ranked 1,808^th in the world and 5^th in Chicken overlords for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 8,373.74 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.