The Republic of Nitrogen Cycle is a colossal, pleasant nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape and suspicion of poets. The hard-working population of 3.045 billion Nitrogen Cycleans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 20.5%.

The Nitrogen Cyclean economy, worth 132 trillion dollars a year, is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Book Publishing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 43,469 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.5 times as much as the poorest.

The nation's atlases tend to go out of date every few weeks, black market eau de toilette is made in bathroom labs across the nation, emergency vehicles have built-in nudge bars to give uncooperative drivers a "gentle" push, and men are enrolling into lady etiquette courses. Crime is relatively low, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Nitrogen Cycle's national animal is the shoop, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Nitrogen Cycle is ranked 44,877^th in the world and 1^st in Pyrite for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,064.52 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.