The Republic of Poison Arrow is a titanic, cultured nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 21.389 billion Poison Arrowians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 27.8%.

The very strong Poison Arrowian economy, worth a remarkable 1,238 trillion lucky strikes a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Furniture Restoration, and Gambling. Average income is 57,916 lucky strikes, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.0 times as much as the poorest.

Moonshine has made a resurgence, crocodile roadkill is smeared across the asphalt of the new Formula One track, convicted conmen and fraudsters often leave prison to enter a career in politics, and senior citizens can usually be found doing heavy manual labour. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force. Poison Arrow's national animal is the drum spinner, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Poison Arrow is ranked 262,963^rd in the world and 34^th in The Trunk of a Pontiac Tempest for Nicest Citizens, with 4 average smiles per day.