The Republic of Anarchiagi is a small, socially progressive nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, pith helmet sales, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 32 million Anarchiagians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The relatively small, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 16.3%.

The strong Anarchiagian economy, worth 1.80 trillion anarches a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 56,340 anarches, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 301,656 per year while the poor average 5,507, a ratio of 54.8 to 1.

A rebrand a day keeps the debt collectors away, the automobile industry is sitting up and taking notice of the new 24 hour race events... as are the track's sleepless neighbours, there's more vermin than ever on the metro, and environmentalists are advocating slash-and-burn in the nation's forests. Crime is moderate. Anarchiagi's national animal is the hyperdimensional anarchic being, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Anarchiagi is ranked 41,988^th in the world and 66^th in Democratic Socialist Assembly for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 5,577.89 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.