The Glorious Empire of Burning Pants is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The King of Braves with a fair hand, and renowned for its keen interest in outer space, otherworldly petting zoo, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 26.839 billion Burner of Pants live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken individuals prioritizes Education, although Industry, Healthcare, and Social Policy are also considered important, while Welfare and Spirituality aren't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of adventure. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pants-Burner economy, worth an astonishing 10,162 trillion G-Stones a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 378,637 G-Stones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.0 times as much as the poorest.

Multilingual concierges man empty inner city apartment blocks, a firework a day does not in fact keep the doctor away, annual Formula One races bring the capital to a screeching halt, and where your food came from is an unknowable mystery. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Burning Pants's national animal is the Fighting Mechanoid, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Oath Sworn Through Courage.

Burning Pants is ranked 332,811^th in the world and 17,708^th in Lazarus for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring -68.7 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.