The Protectorate of Something to Live For is a large, socially progressive nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape and absence of drug laws. The hard-working, democratic population of 135 million Something to Live Forians 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, liberal, outspoken government, or what there is of one, prioritizes Welfare, with Education, Defense, and Healthcare also on the agenda, while International Aid and Spirituality aren't funded at all. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.4%.

The very strong Something to Live Forian economy, worth 8.24 trillion Mice a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Gambling industry, with significant contributions from Beef-Based Agriculture, Cheese Exports, and Trout Farming. Average income is 61,038 Mice, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 176,772 per year while the poor average 16,701, a ratio of 10.6 to 1.

Crime is a problem, probably because of the absence of a police force. Something to Live For's national animal is the Cat, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Something to Live For is ranked 327,620^th in the world and 1,248^th in Concord for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring -3.16 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.