The Rogue Nation of Arachni B is a small, orderly nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, avowedly heterosexual populace, and state-planned economy. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 40 million Arachni Bians 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 60.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Arachni Bian economy, worth 1.99 trillion drackmas 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 Basket Weaving, Beef-Based Agriculture, Furniture Restoration, and Arms Manufacturing. 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 49,690 drackmas, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The police double as repo men, only government officials may operate computers, cotton candy made from genuine cotton cellulose doesn't quite satisfy, and pocket dialling is a criminal offence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Arachni B's national animal is the raven, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Arachni B is ranked 74,846^th in the world and 41^st in Magna Aurea for Safest, scoring 92.59 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.