The Empire of Military astriads is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Commissar vise Roy with an iron fist, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, frequent executions, and fear of technology. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 2.48 billion Military astriadsians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, although Administration, Law & Order, and Education are also considered important, while Spirituality and International Aid receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Military astridan center. The average income tax rate is 76.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Military astriadsian economy, worth 306 trillion Coins a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Trout Farming, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 123,447 Coins, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens ask "how many crooks could a nunchuck hook if a nun had nunchucks too?", the song 'They Got an Awful Lot of Coffee in Military astriads' is a smash hit, quiet professionalism has returned to the nation's armed forces, and the nation has reverted back to an agrarian society after anything more advanced than the wheel was banned. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Military astriads's national animal is the Tiger, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is God empire.

Military astriads is ranked 12,765^th in the world and 898^th in Lazarus for Lowest Crime Rates, with 96.98 law-abiding acts per hour.