The Armed Republic of Miasmatorium is a tiny, efficient nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, complete absence of social welfare, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 16 million Miasmians 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 minute, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Defense, with Law & Order, Education, and Administration also on the agenda, while International Aid and Spirituality receive no funds. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.9%.

The thriving Miasmatoriumian economy, worth 1.33 trillion plagins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Gambling, and Information Technology. Average income is 83,216 plagins, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 358,250 per year while the poor average 12,337, a ratio of 29.0 to 1.

The banshee wail foretells skies of death, suspicious glow-in-the-dark wasps remain a source of terror and awe, the nation's drinking water tends to glow green at night, and perverts across the land rejoice after 'sexual harassment' was recently renamed 'persuasive courting'. Crime is a problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Miasmatorium's national animal is the crow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Miasmatorium is ranked 261,601^st in the world and 195^th in The Order of the Grey Wardens for Highest Poor Incomes, with 12,337.62 Standard Monetary Units.