The Commonwealth of Amare Probitasque is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by Raskinsen with an even hand, and notable for its smutty television, keen interest in outer space, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 6.448 billion Probitasqueans enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Lockhelm. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 19.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Amare Probitasquean economy, worth 700 trillion ratchets a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Automobile Manufacturing, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 108,588 ratchets, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 354,369 per year while the poor average 25,031, a ratio of 14.2 to 1.

Dinner parties often end in politically charged fist fights, criminals tell the police where their jurisdiction ends, the nation's navy has been named the scourge of the seven thousand seas, and there's no cure or sympathy for the common cold. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Amare Probitasque's national animal is the wildcat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Amare Probitasque is ranked 52,813^th in the world and 28^th in Texas for Most Developed, scoring 76.91 on the Human Development Index.