The Holy Red Corpo-Paradise of Drachover is a massive, cultured nation, remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, unlimited-speed roads, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 4.815 billion Drachoverians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Hell's Quarter. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 9.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Drachoverian economy, worth a remarkable 1,142 trillion mountain dew caps a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Black market activity is extensive. Average income is an amazing 237,313 mountain dew caps, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,729,445 per year while the poor average 10,153, a ratio of 170 to 1.

Restaurants have noticed that hanging wet laundry from the ceiling makes diners order more food, the nation is known abroad mostly for its Parliamentary antics, the nation's biggest export is stupidity, and artists are renowned for their ability to make art pieces out of thin air. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Drachover's national animal is the lowland duke, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Corporatist Evangelism.

Drachover is ranked 44,446^th in the world and 32^nd in Thaecia for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 4,570.26 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.