The Republic of Rocketfuel8 is a colossal, orderly nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, zero percent divorce rate, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.816 billion Rocketfuel8ians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 67.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Rocketfuel8ian economy, worth 391 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 Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Beef-Based Agriculture, and Furniture Restoration. 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 81,220 rocketfuels, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The nation has welcomed its expats back with open arms, the government is denying reports that criminals injected with experimental drugs have turned into monstrous supervillains, visitors to Rocketfuel8 are microchipped and must be escorted by a Rocketfuel8ian soldier - even to the bathroom, and political spontaneity takes a lot of planning. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel8's national animal is the rocketfuel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Rocketfuel8 is ranked 191,080^th in the world and 977^th in the Outback for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 152.84 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.