The Republic of Arachnist Paradise is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its pith helmet sales, hatred of cheese, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 7.467 billion Arachnist Paradiseans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government stops and the rest of society begins, but it prioritizes Law & Order, with Defense, Administration, and Education also on the agenda. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Arachnist Paradisean economy, worth a remarkable 2,293 trillion currencies a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is an enormous, deeply entrenched, extremely specialized black market in Basket Weaving. 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 307,146 currencies, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Lavish state dinners in Arachnist Paradise City are the state's leading budgetary expenditure, jaywalking is punishable by public flogging, the Ministry of Truthiness now manages the entire media industry, and the Counter-Terrorism Unit has been nicknamed "Big Bad Wolf" for its tendency towards urban demolition. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Arachnist Paradise's national animal is the animal, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Arachnist Paradise is ranked 1,250^th in the world and 7^th in Vickenian experiment incubator for Highest Poor Incomes, with 257,398.27 Standard Monetary Units.