The Holy Hell of Ebatica is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by everybody with a fair hand, and notable for its ritual sacrifices, keen interest in outer space, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 29.099 billion Ebaticans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Education, with Law & Order and Social Policy not funded at all. The average income tax rate is 1.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Ebatican economy, worth a remarkable 4,177 trillion rocks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an impressive 143,554 rocks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.3 times as much as the poorest.

Authorities are looking for a stool pigeon to rat out who is stealing food from pigeon toilets, cigarettes are dead-cheap, emergency vehicles have built-in nudge bars to give uncooperative drivers a "gentle" push, and the country has essentially become 29.099 billion nations within a nation. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Ebatica's national animal is the Ebatican death cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Happy Happyism.

Ebatica is ranked 439^th in the world and 1^st in Tiandi for Highest Unexpected Death Rate, scoring 510.94 on the Bus Surprisal Index.