The Explosive Minefield of Afrani is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by Motion Sensor Camera III with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, aversion to nipples, and ban on automobiles. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 1.145 billion 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, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Roysk. The average income tax rate is 38.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse Afranian economy, worth 106 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 92,430 Glod Pieces, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

A passport is literally priceless, charged suspects often have to wait years before the courts have room to judge their trial, environmentalists are advocating slash-and-burn in the nation's forests, and dessert dishes make up the Afranian breakfast menu. 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 20 Kiloton Nuclear Bomb, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is The Communist Manifesto.

Afrani is ranked 18,109^th in the world and 12^th in Corsair for Most Secular, with 58.59 Atheism Rate.