The Republic of The Moss Boss is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its infamous sell-swords, ritual sacrifices, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 3.356 billion Moss Bossians 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mosscow. The average income tax rate is 50.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Moss Bossian economy, worth 397 trillion Moss Dollars a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Furniture Restoration. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 118,367 Moss Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

All beauty contests have been banned, wildlife near farms is slowly becoming extinct, women no longer need to pepper conversations with incessant references to fictitious husbands, and metal detectors at school gates make sure that teenagers are carrying at least one sidearm. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Moss Boss's national animal is the Moss, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The Moss Boss is ranked 50,779^th in the world and 201^st in The Funian Puppet Region for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.95 law-abiding acts per hour.