The Caipirinha of Refiria is a mammoth, efficient nation, ruled by the Refirian Parliament with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 9.671 billion Refirians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, with Law & Order and Environment not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Refiria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Refirian economy, worth a remarkable 2,125 trillion refiris a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 219,742 refiris, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,007,985 per year while the poor average 2,628, a ratio of 764 to 1.

New government leaflets tell coeliac children to eat more crisps, diplomacy falls apart when diplomats drink too much, marijuana is legal in the privacy of your own home, and psychological disorders are a taboo subject. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Refiria's national animal is the red panda, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Safberdism.

Refiria is ranked 317,876^th in the world and 4^th in Three Guys for Most Developed, scoring 46.4 on the Human Development Index.