The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and notable for its public floggings, flagrant waste-dumping, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.001 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 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 6,954 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 579,507 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,427,818 per year while the poor average 5,215, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

It's a common sight to see angry commuters with grenade launchers mounted on their vehicles, autumn landscape paintings feature men stripping leaves from bare branches with a vacuum, universities are populated by the spawn of the upper classes, and it's considered a civil right to be allowed to neglect and mistreat your own children. 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 229,432^nd in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Beautiful Environments, with 0.57 Pounds Of Wildlife Per Square Mile.