The Republic of Deatestopia is a mammoth, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its ritual sacrifices, rampant corporate plagiarism, and triple-decker prams. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.254 billion Deatestopians have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 83.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Deatestopian economy, worth 726 trillion dollars 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Retail. 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 an impressive 116,114 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Snap elections are called over every minor impasse, one little fight can find you movin' to be the fresh prince of Ilba, retirement is back in business, and the government is spending more on exports to Brasilistan than it's receiving from tariffs on the imports. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Deatestopia's national animal is the turtle, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Deatestopia is ranked 318,738^th in the world and 16^th in the scammers for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring -8.49 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.