The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and notable for its complete lack of prisons, feral children, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.514 billion Drackonians 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. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tower of Consumption. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient PapaDrackyian economy, worth a remarkable 7,354 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 587,734 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,504,889 per year while the poor average 5,288, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

People talk about things being better when men were men, the country routinely whitewashes uncomfortable parts of its history, dog owners proudly declare that their pups can predict when the mailman will arrive, and pollution is on the rise along with government approvals of fracking projects. 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. PapaDracky's national animal is the Elcor, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Profitism.

PapaDracky is ranked 11,860^th in the world and 2^nd in Papastan for Largest Black Market, with 73.5 trillion Standard Monetary Units.