The Holy Empire of Dangermario is a huge, safe nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, avowedly heterosexual populace, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, devout population of 985 million Dangermarioans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Owion City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 14.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Dangermarioan economy, worth 89.2 trillion deniers a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Uranium Mining, and Pizza Delivery. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 90,580 deniers, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 283,610 per year while the poor average 22,181, a ratio of 12.8 to 1.

Elementary school children develop thousand-yard stares, people who tease dwarfs are being cut down to size, war criminals are given full state funerals, and old people living in plastic bubbles complain about a new type of social isolation. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a well-funded police force. Dangermario's national animal is the cow.

Dangermario is ranked 2,833^rd in the world and 1^st in Distorted Memories for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 7,393.15 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.