The Rogue Nation of Corcoran Base is a tiny, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-working population of 8 million Corcoran Baseans are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Law & Order. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 8.8%.

The very strong Corcoran Basean economy, worth 606 billion standard cash credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Woodchip Exports, and Basket Weaving. Average income is 75,806 standard cash credits, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 251,063 per year while the poor average 17,097, a ratio of 14.7 to 1.

Claims adjusters are uselessly vague, government crews work tirelessly to retake the suburbs from organized packs of raccoons, blackface performers claim they are being deliberately ironic, and tourists aren't the only ones that talk about coming back from a trip. Crime, especially youth-related, is moderate, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Corcoran Base's national animal is the oilliphéist, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Corcoran Base is ranked 239,719^th in the world and 3,824^th in The North Pacific for Highest Poor Incomes, with 17,097.4 Standard Monetary Units.