The Republic of The Ambis Card Puppet2 is a massive, safe nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, disturbing lack of elderly people, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 1.873 billion Ambis Card Puppet2ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 27.1%.

The Ambis Card Puppet2ian economy, worth 97.6 trillion pounds a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Book Publishing, and Information Technology. Black market activity is notable. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 52,113 pounds, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 183,011 per year while the poor average 10,759, a ratio of 17.0 to 1.

Appendix transplant figures have recently doubled, pretending to be prejudiced is a good way to get out of jury duty, unicorns with strange deformities like three eyes and tentacles have been seen prancing through the countryside where industrial waste is dumped, and Leader tells rebellious ministers to "drop and give me twenty". Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Ambis Card Puppet2's national animal is the unicorn, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

The Ambis Card Puppet2 is ranked 224,317^th in the world and 62^nd in The Ambis for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -5.57 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.