The United States of Drakkel is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by The President with an iron fist, and notable for its enslaved workforce, aversion to nipples, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 42.049 billion Drakkelians are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The tiny, corrupt, moralistic, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Drakkel City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Drakkelian economy, worth an astonishing 11,304 trillion Yuan a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Retail. Average income is an amazing 268,830 Yuan, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,120,841 per year while the poor average 8,381, a ratio of 253 to 1.

Beating enemies to death with a baseball bat is legal if done within nine innings, academics have a bone to pick with free market entrepreneurs, Drakkelian junkies argue that poppy stalks are ornamental flowers, and typing The President's name into a search engine always gives zero matches. Crime is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Drakkel's national animal is the Ekril, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Racism.

Drakkel is ranked 53,224^th in the world and 26^th in Wysteria for Lowest Crime Rates, with 73.31 law-abiding acts per hour.