The Republic of Thermocline is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape. The devout population of 3.188 billion Thermoclineans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 17.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Thermoclinean economy, worth 149 trillion dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Basket Weaving, and Automobile Manufacturing. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 46,712 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

The letters L, G, and B must never be grouped together, every politician claims to be at least 1% Native Thermoclinean, the tax agency is feared more than serial killers and terrorists, and funeral directors are frequently looking at their watches during funerals. Crime is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Thermocline's national animal is the shoop, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Thermocline is ranked 98,291^st in the world and 1^st in Beryl for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 3,303.08 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.