The People's Republic of Conarth Pathonic is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by The Executive Leader of Conarth Pathonic with a fair hand, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, public floggings, and otherworldly petting zoo. The compassionate, democratic, devout population of 3.279 billion Conarth Pathonicians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Trier. The average income tax rate is 80.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Conarth Pathonician economy, worth 463 trillion Feux-Dyras a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Retail, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 141,282 Feux-Dyras, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

It's a jungle out there, annual Formula One races bring the capital to a screeching halt, the mouth-frothing Conarth Pathonician can be confused for a rabid Emu, and school teachers check the staff room for hidden webcams before complaining about rebellious students. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Conarth Pathonic's national animal is the Emu, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Mekhanism.

Conarth Pathonic is ranked 200,815^th in the world and 328^th in Communitas for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring zero on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.