The Explosive Minefield of Afrani is a huge, efficient nation, ruled by The Great Security Camera with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 913 million Afranians 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, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roysk. The average income tax rate is 35.5%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Afranian economy, worth 72.5 trillion Glod Pieces a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 79,452 Glod Pieces, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

What's in your genes matters more than what's in your jeans, the government is constantly producing new maps to accommodate the continual renaming of cities, a massive campaign is underway to ensure the race of Afrani remains pure, and the "boy who cried wolf" policy makes sick people reluctant to call an ambulance. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Afrani's national animal is the Radioactive Lizard, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Afrani is ranked 250,308^th in the world and 205^th in Corsair for Most Cultured, scoring 63 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.