The Free Territories of Glorypiss is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by everyone with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, smutty television, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 3.486 billion Glorypissers 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, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Glorypissian economy, worth 712 trillion random things a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 204,483 random things, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 901,975 per year while the poor average 29,050, a ratio of 31.0 to 1.

Constituents prefer a carrot and boomstick approach to dealing with politicians, the government's suicide hotline now redirects callers to local tax lawyers, the country behaves just like a group of independent provinces all stacked up under a trench coat, and the end of autumn is celebrated with a bonfire of designer bags. 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. Glorypiss's national animal is the pig, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Glorypiss is ranked 333,317^th in the world and 1,189^th in Talonia for Most Advanced Law Enforcement, scoring -35.92 on the Orwell Orderliness Index.