The Republic of Flop Island is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its keen interest in outer space, frequent executions, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 6.333 billion Flop Islandians 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 71.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Flop Islandian economy, worth 585 trillion Euros a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 92,514 Euros, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Roadside walls are being built and mother nature is paying for it, children seem to be getting better at lying these days, the government is in utter turmoil following the recent abolishment of the tax code, and pharmaceutical companies emphatically promise that "your pills are in the mail" rather than admit any supply shortfall. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Flop Island's national animal is the Bat, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Flop Island is ranked 29,306^th in the world and 114^th in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Lowest Crime Rates, with 83.14 law-abiding acts per hour.