The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and remarkable for its otherworldly petting zoo, sprawling nuclear power plants, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 19.461 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 an astonishing 13,471 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 Gambling, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 692,215 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 6,483,689 per year while the poor average 6,226, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Playing an online nation simulation game legally obliges you to buy the creator's latest novel, corporations feel proud all year round, the government is a law unto itself, and basket-weaving is the nation's latest fad. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. 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 291,570^th in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Beautiful Environments, with 0.46 pounds of wildlife per square mile.