The United States of Corpala is a massive, safe nation, ruled by Vasso Kontdelis with an iron fist, and remarkable for its compulsory military service, pith helmet sales, and punitive income tax rates. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.637 billion Corpalans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Moniri. The average income tax rate is 53.7%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Corpalan economy, worth 425 trillion Corpalan Drachmas a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Book Publishing, and Uranium Mining. Black market activity is extensive. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 91,778 Corpalan Drachmas, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Authorities are looking for a stool pigeon to rat out who is stealing food from pigeon toilets, ship captains always order a return to port at the slightest sign of rain, the immigration office has an express line for people bringing cash in briefcases, and graffiti graces every city's streets. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Corpala's national animal is the phoenix, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies, and its national religion is Pracofist Axonity.

Corpala is ranked 19,520^th in the world and 22^nd in Commonwealth of Sovereign States for Most Cheerful Citizens, with 53.38 Percentage Of Water Glasses Perceived Half-Full.