The Third Republic of UltimaWeapon is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by President Liselotte Waltz with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, frequent executions, and enforced nudity. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 42.315 billion Weaponians 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 minute, corrupt, well-organized government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Klonio. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Weaponian economy, worth an astonishing 20,150 trillion Krojiras a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Gambling. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 476,203 Krojiras, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Young soldiers are shocked to discover there are no 'safe spaces' on a battlefield, many friends and relatives of President Liselotte Waltz have been given ambassador jobs in tropical island nations, tumbleweeds are seen blowing through the nation's airspace, and the words 'private' and 'enterprise' must never appear in the same sentence. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. UltimaWeapon's national animal is the Komoco, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

UltimaWeapon is ranked 293,996^th in the world and 65^th in The Eternal Order for Nicest Citizens, with 0.07 average smiles per day.