The Republic of Manticore utopia is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Cat with a fair hand, and notable for its unlimited-speed roads, infamous sell-swords, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 11.855 billion Manticore utopians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The tiny, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Babylon. The average income tax rate is 1.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Manticore utopian economy, worth a remarkable 4,488 trillion manticore meticals a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 378,632 manticore meticals, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Confessions don't count if suffixed with "izzle", people can't decide between preserving forests and buying print copies of 'Dogman Versus The Giggler', the country routinely whitewashes uncomfortable parts of its history, and nose plugs are the latest Manticore utopian fashion accessory. Crime is totally unknown. Manticore utopia's national animal is the cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Agnosticism.

Manticore utopia is ranked 4,926^th in the world and 289^th in The North Pacific for Most Beautiful Environments, with 2,283.33 Pounds Of Wildlife Per Square Mile.