The Republic of Brick 101 is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its frequent executions, smutty television, and ban on automobiles. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.072 billion Brick 101ians 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 40.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Brick 101ian economy, worth 92.3 trillion monies 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 large, well-organized black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Retail. 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 86,095 monies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation frequently scolds its subject territories for staying up past bedtime, Leader is the self-declared God of all Brick 101, pirates armed with sonar-guided semi-autonomous torpedos and laser weapons systems are often seen capturing fishing trawlers, and citizens are exhausted from weekly general elections. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Brick 101's national animal is the money, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Brick 101 is ranked 103,998^th in the world and 7^th in brick wall for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 3,162.62 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.