The Obviously Flameport 15 of Flameport is a colossal, orderly nation, renowned for its suspicion of poets and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, cynical population of 4.097 billion Flameportians 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 relatively small, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Watterson. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.4%.

The very strong Flameportian economy, worth 259 trillion mpi rats a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Pizza Delivery industry, with major contributions from Trout Farming, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Retail. Average income is 63,394 mpi rats, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 231,753 per year while the poor average 12,300, a ratio of 18.8 to 1.

Preschoolers practice disarming active shooters before naptime, psychiatrists bizarrely accompany Leader to meetings with foreign heads of state, superfoods are often seen as supervillains, and politicians spend a lot of time hanging around kids' playgrounds. Crime is a problem. Flameport's national animal is the emu.

Flameport is ranked 107,180^th in the world and 2^nd in Natan Region for Nicest Citizens, with 14.16 average smiles per day.