The Borderlands of Nothreen is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, irreverence towards religion, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic population of 6.203 billion Nothreenians 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 minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Industry, although Defense is also considered important, while Law & Order and Environment are ignored. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Nothreenian economy, worth a remarkable 2,320 trillion Noos a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 374,077 Noos, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,690,944 per year while the poor average 16,749, a ratio of 160 to 1.

Almost half of the child population live rough on the streets, wealthy students ride to school past mendicant dropouts, the nation's biggest export is stupidity, and a cat may look at a king and a dude can look at an ass. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Nothreen's national animal is the dove, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Nothreen is ranked 715^th in the world and 14^th in the South Pacific for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 17,560.81 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.