The Community of Thorn271 is a mammoth, efficient nation, remarkable for its disturbing lack of elderly people, infamous sell-swords, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 8.168 billion Thorn271ians 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 large, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 76.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Thorn271ian economy, worth 998 trillion pa'angas 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 large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Automobile Manufacturing. 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 an impressive 122,171 pa'angas, with the richest citizens earning 7.7 times as much as the poorest.

Litter collection has replaced fast food as the most popular after-school job, glancing at the car radio display while driving is treated as attempted homicide, families returning from international vacations are unable to get their children back into the country, and the 'sing-a-long with Leader' album is a popular souvenir. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Thorn271's national animal is the condor, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Thorn271 is ranked 282,428^th in the world and 8^th in CARON for Most Rebellious Youth, scoring -12 on the Stark-Dean Displacement Index.