The Republic of Thorn35 is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its public floggings, national health service, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 10.029 billion Thorn35ians 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, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Law & Order, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 72.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Thorn35ian economy, worth a remarkable 1,483 trillion dollars 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Uranium Mining, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 147,892 dollars, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 546,629 per year while the poor average 28,205, a ratio of 19.4 to 1.

The letters L, G, and B must never be grouped together, military pilots spend more time scraping feathers off their engines than flying their aircraft, drug deals return to the streets as legions of undercover officers stalk the dark web, and the government considers it a sacred duty to video bikini-clad beach swimmers. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Thorn35's national animal is the eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Thorn35 is ranked 27,041^st in the world and 1^st in Neapolitan Ice Cream for Highest Average Incomes, with 147,892.35 Standard Monetary Units.