The Ostentatious Grand Duchy of Markreich is a gargantuan, safe nation, ruled by Mark with a fair hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, daily referendums, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 48.679 billion Markreichians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Old Markburg. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Markreichian economy, worth an astonishing 23,666 trillion Marks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing, Retail, and Information Technology. Average income is an amazing 486,169 Marks, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,758,094 per year while the poor average 95,943, a ratio of 18.3 to 1.

City rooftops are pockmarked with the shattered remains of high velocity delivery drones, high-tech infantry rifles automatically reload when the soldier shoots outside the screen of their helmet HUD, sales of trenchcoats are on the rise, and some achieve retirement and some have retirement thrust upon them. Crime is totally unknown. Markreich's national animal is the Neon Tetra, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Old Believers.

Markreich is ranked 3,721^st in the world and 1^st in The Village for Largest Information Technology Sector, scoring 49,982.4 on the Fann-Boi Productivity Index.