The Federation of The military document is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Vyal with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, irreverence towards religion, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cynical population of 12.451 billion military documentians 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Education, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Diablo. The average income tax rate is 95.8%.

The all-consuming military documentian economy, worth a remarkable 1,385 trillion Gils a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology and Tourism. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an impressive 111,283 Gils, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Schoolchildren are divided over Vyal's "Why Tigers are Cooler than Lions" speech, gun-wielding criminals always wear appropriate eye and ear protection, the nation's universities are often mistaken for foreign embassies, and citizens are arrested for naturally producing proteins. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The military document's national animal is the Panzer, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

The military document is ranked 32,675^th in the world and 561^st in the Pacific for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring 207.25 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.