The Planet of Fisand is a massive, efficient nation, renowned for its frequent executions, smutty television, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.449 billion Fisandians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Fisa. The average income tax rate is 69.2%.

The all-consuming Fisandian economy, worth 279 trillion Imperial Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Tourism, and Cheese Exports. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 113,965 Imperial Dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Escaped birthday balloons are torpedoed out of the sky, displaying impatience in any form lands you a spot on the FIA watchlist, sniffer dogs are trained to follow clouds of fruity-smelling vapor, and over a third of the seats in sports stadiums have been removed to make room for female-only commodes. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Fisand's national animal is the Farm Dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Fisand is ranked 6,035^th in the world and 2^nd in Firmament for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 7,329.24 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.