The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with an even hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, flagrant waste-dumping, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.784 billion Drackonians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business 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 a remarkable 7,573 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 Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 592,441 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,548,989 per year while the poor average 5,331, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Getting an infected tattoo is considered a rite of passage in PapaDracky, human sacrifice to the metaphorical altar of Mammon ensures national prosperity, psychiatrists that date patients are congratulated on their romantic conquests, and major boxing matches are held in government buildings. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. 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 226^th in the world and 1^st in Papastan for Largest Mining Sector, scoring 41,166.36 on the Blue Sky Asbestos Index.