The Republic of Pontbridge is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Stylesjl with a fair hand, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, national health service, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 36.661 billion Pontbridgers 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 relatively small, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Education, although Administration and Industry are also considered important, while Spirituality isn't funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pontbridge. The average income tax rate is 20.8%.

The frighteningly efficient Pontbridger economy, worth an astonishing 19,638 trillion Credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is a breathtaking 535,680 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

The country is littered with broken homes, the diplomatic corps stinks, being Stylesjl has been voted one of the top ten most dangerous jobs, and solid-gold toilets are Pontbridger prisons' least expensive furnishings. Crime is totally unknown. Pontbridge's national animal is the Eagle, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Pontbridge is ranked 23,570^th in the world and 2^nd in Pontbridge Islands for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 2,985.73 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.