The Republic of Plecotus christii is a tiny, orderly nation, renowned for its suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 9 million Plecotus christiians 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 Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 23.9%.

The Plecotus christiian economy, worth 388 billion Bats a year, is led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Trout Farming. Average income is 43,163 Bats, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.3 times as much as the poorest.

The government is lending a hand to private industry, faking deafness is the only way to guarantee a holiday in the nation, foreign militaries are taking a particular interest in the nation's abandoned borders and cities, and bombs make good ploughs. Crime is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Plecotus christii's national animal is the Bat, which can occasionally be seen dodging aircraft in the nation's cities.

Plecotus christii is ranked 23,176^th in the world and 47^th in Communitas for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,961.84 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.