The Free Land of Finea is a huge, orderly nation, ruled by a dog with an iron fist, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, smutty television, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 943 million Fineans are proud of their wide-ranging civil freedoms, and those who aren't tend to be dragged off the streets by men in dark suits and hustled into cars with tinted windows.

The minute, liberal government, or what there is of one, is primarily concerned with Environment, with Defense, Social Policy, and Industry also on the agenda, while Spirituality and International Aid are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of York New City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.7%.

The thriving Finean economy, worth 75.0 trillion dogs a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Pizza Delivery, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 79,545 dogs, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 290,797 per year while the poor average 15,434, a ratio of 18.8 to 1.

Scholars are leaving the country at an alarming rate, takeaway food bought on the weekend now comes with fifty percent more sweat and tears, many whiskies taste suspiciously like automobile radiators, and no one is quite sure what many government officials look like. Crime, especially youth-related, is pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Finea's national animal is the stoat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Finea is ranked 318,536^th in the world and 3^rd in Fianmeri for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring -9.96 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.