The Republic of Rocketfuel16 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its parental licensing program, infamous sell-swords, and public floggings. The compassionate, cynical population of 4.83 billion Rocketfuel16ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Administration, and Defense. The average income tax rate is 30.1%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Rocketfuel16ian economy, worth 384 trillion rocketfuels a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient black market in Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, Tourism, and Uranium Mining. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 79,592 rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens can be frequently spotted going about their business stark naked, the government regularly reassures citizens that there are no monsters under their beds, courses in how to boil water are popular for formerly microwave-reliant Rocketfuel16ians, and colonists who were promised new lands find only war-torn devastation. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel16's national animal is the rocketfuel, which can occasionally be seen sifting through garbage in the nation's cities.

Rocketfuel16 is ranked 71,932^nd in the world and 1^st in Confederacao dos Estadoz Fixez for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 3,150.51 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.