The Ambitious Rule of Corsica I is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Not even God with an iron fist, and renowned for its triple-decker prams, irreverence towards religion, and suspicion of poets. The cynical population of 1.469 billion Corsica Iians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Gaulish Empire. The average income tax rate is 48.6%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Corsica Iian economy, worth 15.3 trillion Gaulish livres 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, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Retail, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Uranium Mining. 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 10,419 Gaulish livres, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

People who tease dwarfs are being cut down to size, Not even God's media campaigns take a hiatus around exam week, Harry Potter books are banned, and a nickname of "Doctor Death" probably indicates a decorated war hero. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Corsica I's national animal is the Liberi.

Corsica I is ranked 315,470^th in the world and 3^rd in Gaulish Empire for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -10.95 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.