Imagine a first world country, so far removed from civilization that it’s not even on regular maps.

An island nation enjoying a modern, industrial economy, full employment, and a political system that makes professional wrestling look dignified.

An educated population of forty million, the spawn of every alpha-citizen, adventurer and opportunist that ever fled the constraints of respectable society.

A place where common decency never really caught on.

Welcome to Amsarnie!

Prime Minister Dereck Cartright's debauched lifestyle is a running joke in the media but nobody cares.  Dereck is patriotic where other politicians are grasping and the economy continues to gather speed like a wicked rumour. 

The mysterious General Mussbiere ("mus’be a" what?) manages Amsarnie’s combined defence forces and nearly all of the nations crime from a bunker somewhere in the western desert.  With a swish of the cursor he can monitor troop movements and real-time cash transactions at any of the nations casinos or brothels.  He’s the man that makes it all work.

Eighty three year old, semi-retired prostitute Mama Jenny Won Baker owns most of down-town Claust without having a single deed in her name.  The capitol that opened the Shoop-Shoop Saloon was her entire savings in nineteen forty-three.  Most of the local investment since then has come from "Mama Jen Unincorporated."  She'll charge ten percent or two percent on the dollar, or she might make you send your kids to college.  Jenny Won is happy with life.  Claust never lets her miss a meal or pay for a taxi.

It isn’t classic literature, but it might make you laugh out loud.