The Republic of Tracer is a mammoth, orderly nation, notable for its state-planned economy, disturbing lack of elderly people, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.347 billion Tracerians 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 prioritizes Defense, although Law & Order, Administration, and Healthcare are also considered important, while Environment receives no funds. The average income tax rate is 54.9%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Tracerian economy, worth 454 trillion credits 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 black market in Arms Manufacturing, Retail, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Soda Sales. 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 54,504 credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Reflection is vital for badly behaved politicians, students who refuse to pray are expelled from school, government popup ads are springing up like weeds, and the military claims that their threatening letters are signed with the blood of their enemies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tracer's national animal is the operative, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Tracer is ranked 48,891^st in the world and 6^th in Remembrance for Most Extreme, scoring 30.97 on the Paul-Nader Subjective Decentrality Index.