The Republic of District Line 11 is a gargantuan, pleasant nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, ritual sacrifices, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 10.634 billion District Line 11ians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The medium-sized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Healthcare, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 23.9%.

The District Line 11ian economy, worth 463 trillion florins a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Book Publishing, and Uranium Mining. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 43,556 florins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Captains must wait until all rats are safe before jumping ship, third world countries are rich in "I Love District Line 11 City" t-shirts, black tea is only available on the black market, and every day has been a surprise since weather reporters turned to consulting ancient totems for their seven-day forecasts. Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. District Line 11's national animal is the leopard, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

District Line 11 is ranked 256,621^st in the world and 2^nd in Celtia for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -8.06 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.