The Borderlands of Africtional Cooler is a mammoth, socially progressive nation, notable for its prohibition of alcohol, suspicion of poets, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working, democratic population of 5.215 billion Africtional Coolerians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The medium-sized, pro-business, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 14.1%.

The strong Africtional Coolerian economy, worth 198 trillion rupees a year, is led by the Woodchip Exports industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Gambling, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is 38,116 rupees, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 211,140 per year while the poor average 3,462, a ratio of 61.0 to 1.

The holidays begin with the traditional exchanging of aspirin, the Holy Office of the Inquisition is the highest court in the land, the nation's diplomats shake hands with those whose hands are drenched in the blood of innocents, and the country is rumored to be a Brancalandian puppet state. Crime, especially youth-related, is a problem. Africtional Cooler's national animal is the sea turtle, which can occasionally be seen avoiding garbage in the nation's murky oceans.

Africtional Cooler is ranked 122,705^th in the world and 1,455^th in eta for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 9,857.35 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.