The Federation of The military document is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Vyal with an iron fist, and remarkable for its keen interest in outer space, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate, cynical population of 12.351 billion military documentians are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Diablo. The average income tax rate is 95.7%.

The all-consuming military documentian economy, worth a remarkable 1,390 trillion Gils a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Tourism. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 112,563 Gils, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Schoolchildren are divided over Vyal's "Why Tigers are Cooler than Lions" speech, gun-wielding criminals always wear appropriate eye and ear protection, the nation's universities are often mistaken for foreign embassies, and citizens are arrested for naturally producing proteins. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The military document's national animal is the Panzer, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The military document is ranked 266,279^th in the world and 3,728^th in the Pacific for Most Primitive, scoring -218.8 on the Scary Big Number Scale.