The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, flagrant waste-dumping, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 21.051 billion Drackonians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, with Environment and Law & Order not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tower of Consumption. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient PapaDrackyian economy, worth an astonishing 15,048 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 714,836 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 6,695,608 per year while the poor average 6,429, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

The national sporting identity is represented by a talking burger and a singing smartphone, actively encouraging climate change is helping reduce winter fuel costs, marketing departments of corporate giants compete to sponsor little league teams, and foreign despots proudly bandstand on PapaDrackyian airwaves. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. PapaDracky's national animal is the Elcor, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Profitism.

PapaDracky is ranked 334,475^th in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Advanced Public Education, scoring 44.31 on the Edu-tellignce® Test Score.