The Glorious Empire of Burning Pants is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The King of Braves with a fair hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, smutty television, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 21.66 billion Burner of Pants live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

There is no government in the normal sense of the word; however, a small group of community-minded, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken individuals juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of adventure. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pants-Burner economy, worth a remarkable 7,912 trillion G-Stones a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 365,325 G-Stones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Children in school playgrounds can be heard chanting the hymns of the Order of Violet, political speeches that drill deep into bureaucratic fine detail could be said to be a little boring, ships no longer sail as no one wants to encounter Pants-Burner pirates, and Pants-Burner politicians are often described as having more style than substance. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Burning Pants's national animal is the Fighting Mechanoid, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is The Oath Sworn Through Courage.

Burning Pants is ranked 285,778^th in the world and 10,975^th in Lazarus for Most Patriotic, with 0.2 flags saluted per person per day.