The Republic of City of Myrtle Beach is a massive, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, strictly enforced bedtime, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.878 billion City of Myrtle Beachians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Public Transport, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Myrtle Beach. The average income tax rate is 29.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong City of Myrtle Beachian economy, worth 152 trillion tourists 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 black market in Retail, Pizza Delivery, Trout Farming, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 53,072 tourists, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government has started a campaign to crack down on road rage and encourage alternate means of commuting, the "war on terror" doesn't seem to be making City of Myrtle Beachians any less frightened, grannies get pulled over for knitting pullovers while driving, and in musicals everybody's a little bit racist. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. City of Myrtle Beach's national animal is the tourist, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

City of Myrtle Beach is ranked 162,513^th in the world and 35^th in Arrosia for Lowest Crime Rates, with 59.93 law-abiding acts per hour.