The Commonwealth of Burace is a massive, efficient nation, notable for its enslaved workforce, frequent executions, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.669 billion Buraceans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Industry. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 67.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Buracean economy, worth 182 trillion guilders a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Retail, Basket Weaving, and Furniture Restoration. 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 impressive 109,258 guilders, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 372,929 per year while the poor average 23,554, a ratio of 15.8 to 1.

International collectors know that a grease-stain on a work of art probably means it's passed through Burace, punk rockers smash it up and then clean it up, cat memes without alt text are now illegal, and street food vendors are accompanied by personal fleets of garbage trucks. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Burace's national animal is the tiger, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Burace is ranked 226,661^st in the world and 851^st in Concord for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -4.43 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.