The Republic of ChimoreRacoon is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its unlimited-speed roads, state-planned economy, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 4.053 billion ChimoreRacoonians 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 78.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The powerhouse ChimoreRacoonian economy, worth 304 trillion Golds a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Furniture Restoration. Average income is 75,167 Golds, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Immigrants who don't like the taste of ChimoreRacoonian Turnip Chips are immediately deported, clerics are taught that silence is golden and duct tape is silver, every day has been a surprise since weather reporters turned to consulting ancient totems for their seven-day forecasts, and sex changes are routinely performed at ChimoreRacoon's hospitals. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. ChimoreRacoon's national animal is the Dragon, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

ChimoreRacoon is ranked 147,909^th in the world and 113^th in Lair of the Dragons for Safest, scoring 63.02 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.