The Infantry Corps of Unexplodian I Corps is a colossal, safe nation, renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, infamous sell-swords, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.135 billion Unexplodians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 58.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Unexplodian economy, worth 90.9 trillion Decibels 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 slick, highly efficient black market in Uranium Mining, Woodchip Exports, Retail, and Door-to-door Insurance 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 21,991 Decibels, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nationalistic national anthem inspires citizens to literally spit at foreigners, Leader has just been declared ruler of Unexplodian I Corps in an international press conference, caps with skulls on them are the height of fashion, and the government's official stance on religion is that it is so very silly. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Unexplodian I Corps's national animal is the Janeaveraginian Crow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Unexplodian I Corps is ranked 157,806^th in the world and 79^th in Earexplodian Armed Forces for Most Extensive Public Healthcare, scoring 1,108.7 on the Theresa-Nightingale Rating.