The Republic of Brash is a large, socially progressive nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and irreverence towards religion. The hard-working, democratic population of 133 million Brashians 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 minute, liberal, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Healthcare, and Education. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 6.7%.

The very strong Brashian economy, worth 7.26 trillion marks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is 54,619 marks, with the richest citizens earning 8.9 times as much as the poorest.

Surgical tape has taken on a distinctly red color. Crime is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Brash's national animal is the panther, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Brash is ranked 62,916^th in the world and 81^st in Benigtopia for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 50,960.27 Standard Monetary Units.