The Federal Commonwealth of Dicko is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Primarch Dicko with an iron fist, and renowned for its ubiquitous missile silos, ban on automobiles, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 18.763 billion Dickoans 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, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Citadel. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Dickoan economy, worth a remarkable 9,469 trillion Bitcoins a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 504,679 Bitcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

The country has been 'going shopping' by annexing nearby nations for their resources, authorities are looking for a stool pigeon to rat out who is stealing food from pigeon toilets, selfie stick use is a required Scout badge, and government employees from Dicko dominate international lumberjack competitions. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dicko's national animal is the Gryphon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dicko is ranked 59,947^th in the world and 903^rd in The North Pacific for Nudest, with 200 cheeks per square mile.