The Watchfires of MtR-1 is a titanic, cultured nation, renowned for its frequent executions, ubiquitous missile silos, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-working, cynical, devout population of 21.693 billion MtR-1ians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 37.0%.

The strong MtR-1ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,216 trillion $$s a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with significant contributions from Cheese Exports, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is 56,089 $$s, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

There's nothing more gay than bleeding for your nation, former stunt pilots are unable to pass the licence test to fly a drone, foreign militaries are taking a particular interest in the nation's abandoned borders and cities, and reams of paperwork signed in triplicate have taken the magic out of magic. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. MtR-1's national animal is the Death's-head hawkmoth, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

MtR-1 is ranked 97,417^th in the world and 1^st in Mount Rainier for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 3,322.88 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.