The Republic of Codename3 is a titanic, pleasant nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed population of 16.042 billion Codename3ians, 12.11 billion of whom are zombies, are highly moralistic and fiercely conservative, in the sense that they tend to believe most things should be outlawed. People who have good jobs and work quietly at them are lauded; others are viewed with suspicion.

The minute, moralistic government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 4.8%.

The Codename3ian economy, worth 717 trillion lire 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 slick, highly efficient black market in Arms Manufacturing, Beef-Based Agriculture, Automobile Manufacturing, and Information Technology. 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 43,544 lire, with the richest citizens earning 5.0 times as much as the poorest.

Country folk are sent to obligatory boarding schools to learn how to be civilized, devotion to God is only skin-deep, Codename3's first free elections in recent memory have been successfully concluded, and drill sergeants yell in the ears of bespectacled nerds in cybermilitary "reboot camps". Crime is a serious problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Codename3's national animal is the kiwi, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Codename3 is ranked 71,008^th in the world and 446^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector, scoring 9,633.83 on the Charon Conveyancy Index.