The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and remarkable for its free-roaming dinosaurs, otherworldly petting zoo, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 22.809 billion Atlanteans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shadowville. The average income tax rate is 99.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantean economy, worth an astonishing 10,974 trillion Silver Certificates a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing, Information Technology, and Basket Weaving. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is an amazing 481,152 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Conspiracy theorists allege that the government is spying on them through their carbon monoxide detectors, the combined alert sound of a nation simultaneously receiving a text message is a common cause of hearing damage, armed war-criminals gain asylum if deemed 'fabulous' enough, and Jay Myers has returned as a hero from a brutal campaign to conquer the local beach. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Tropical Isles's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Tropical Isles is ranked 2,554^th in the world and 48^th in the West Pacific for Best Weather, with 417 Meters Of Sunlight.