The Borderlands of Glaciertop is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by The Lord-Baron with a fair hand, and notable for its deadly medical pandemics, pith helmet sales, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 4.339 billion Glaciertopians 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, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Glaciertop. Income tax is unheard of.

The all-consuming Glaciertopian economy, worth a remarkable 1,092 trillion Yeti Toenails a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 251,690 Yeti Toenails, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

The government is outsourcing itself, apples shaped like baguettes have become a strange new food fad, hedge fund managers are diversifying into herbaceous borders, and foreign ambassadors closely guard their culinary secrets. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Glaciertop's national animal is the Yeti, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Yetism.

Glaciertop is ranked 31,267^th in the world and 1^st in Santas Workshop for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,601.99 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.