The Republic of Fi is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its lack of airports, ubiquitous missile silos, and hatred of cheese. The compassionate, cynical, humorless, devout population of 28.286 billion Fians are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The enormous, corrupt, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 81.0%.

The frighteningly efficient Fian economy, worth a remarkable 2,898 trillion Fis a year, is highly specialized and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Book Publishing and Beef-Based Agriculture. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 102,463 Fis, with the richest citizens earning 7.9 times as much as the poorest.

There's nothing more Fian than revanchism, counselors diagnose their clients with motherboard complexes, people who eat pizza with lactase supplements are arrested by the flavour police, and a positive GPA is all it takes to get an elite education. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fi's national animal is the Fi, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Fi is ranked 331,067^th in the world and 34^th in Kyzikos for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -25.16 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.