The Republic of BARC Trooper 10 is a massive, genial nation, remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, disturbing lack of elderly people, and suspicion of poets. The quiet, industrious population of 1.517 billion BARC Trooper 10ians are prohibited from doing almost everything except voting, which they do timidly and conservatively.

The medium-sized, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Environment, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 29.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but inefficient BARC Trooper 10ian economy, worth 53.2 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Pizza Delivery, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 35,065 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The new national mascot has to be wheeled onto the field of play, the country is rumored to be a Brancalandian puppet state, looting and pillaging are now considered vital intelligence-gathering activities, and business meetings across the country are interrupted by the sound of squeaking whoopee-cushions. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. BARC Trooper 10's national animal is the Droid, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

BARC Trooper 10 is ranked 263,954^th in the world and 12^th in International Network of Nations for Highest Drug Use, scoring 43.79 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.