The Republic of Expendabro is a very large, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, deadly medical pandemics, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 430 million Expendabroans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 39.5%.

The Expendabroan economy, worth 21.4 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 Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Woodchip Exports, Uranium Mining, and Basket Weaving. 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 49,705 monies, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

The endangered saltwater humpback money is only seen in captivity programs, children who believe in the tooth fairy are frequently shipped off to Bigtopia, young schoolchildren pledge allegiance to One Nation Under Bum Indivisible By Poo, and young girls often attend the same schools as their children. Crime, especially youth-related, is a serious problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Expendabro's national animal is the money, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Expendabro is ranked 310,400^th in the world and 4,352^nd in Ambition for Most Compassionate Citizens, scoring 18.35 on the Kitten Softness Rating.