The Republic of TAKTIC-97 is a titanic, genial nation, renowned for its keen interest in outer space, soft-spoken computers, and punitive income tax rates. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 10.561 billion TAKTIC-97ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, moralistic government prioritizes Defense, with Industry, Law & Order, and Education also on the agenda. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 56.5%.

The all-consuming TAKTIC-97ian economy, worth 990 trillion Delta Eagles a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Basket Weaving. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 93,757 Delta Eagles, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

The decision to be oppressed is now made democratically, singing in public is only allowed if you are singing the praise of the Motherland, the nation's declaring that sharing nukes is caring, and snowball fights inaugurate summer breaks. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. TAKTIC-97's national animal is the Kitsune, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

TAKTIC-97 is ranked 62,946^th in the world and 1^st in 765224913675145199117474 for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 2,769.31 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.