The Colony of The Mold is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by A rather sizable Mold colony with an iron fist, and notable for its fear of technology, compulsory military service, and public floggings. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 3.876 billion Mold 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Throne-Tomb. The average income tax rate is 65.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but sluggish Mold economy, worth 86.6 trillion Spores a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is 22,352 Spores, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Fast-food chefs regularly win Health Innovation Awards for spitting on burgers, heretic deviants are free to practice their deviance outside of The Mold, sick days are on the rise, and the populace has developed a mortal fear of the woods. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. The Mold's national animal is the Mold, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is The Worship of Mold.

The Mold is ranked 292,489^th in the world and 15^th in Badlands Frontier for Most Compassionate Citizens, scoring 32.72 on the Kitten Softness Rating.