The Grand Kingdom of Froshar is a mammoth, safe nation, notable for its smutty television, free-roaming dinosaurs, and multi-spousal wedding ceremonies. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 9.315 billion Frosharians 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 medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Froshzia. The average income tax rate is 45.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Frosharian economy, worth a remarkable 1,339 trillion pounds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Beef-Based Agriculture. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 143,776 pounds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The gravy train is chugging along on a new track, panels from bankrupt rooftop solar companies are used as props for sci-fi B-movies, the government puts forth the claim that harming young girls is wrong, and it is illegal to make racist remarks in public. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Froshar's national animal is the crocodile, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Scoobyism.

Froshar is ranked 69,524^th in the world and 1,213^th in the South Pacific for Most Cultured, scoring 68 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.