The Republic of Menreiki is a gargantuan, genial nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-working, democratic population of 10.53 billion Menreikians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 8.2%.

The very strong Menreikian economy, worth 474 trillion awefweaves a year, is quite specialized and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is 45,059 awefweaves, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.5 times as much as the poorest.

Six-year-old children playing dress-up are viewed with suspicion, 100-year-old politicians are now a thing of the past, legislators work 24/7 due to an influx of single-issue bills, and discarded pennies litter the streets. Crime is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Menreiki's national animal is the wefaewf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Menreiki is ranked 100,092^nd in the world and 28^th in 555 for Nicest Citizens, with 13.62 average smiles per day.