The Republic of Hell on Iris is a small, orderly nation, notable for its state-planned economy, restrictive gun laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The cynical population of 32 million Hell on Irisians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 39.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The basket case Hell on Irisian economy, worth 329 billion Rocks 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, quite specialized black market in Trout Farming, Tourism, Woodchip Exports, and Soda Sales. 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 10,284 Rocks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hell on Iris's national animal is the Rock.

Hell on Iris is ranked 267,631^st in the world and 7,922^nd in Suspicious for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring -48.99 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.