The Iron Mall of Dragyn is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Joff Bezotheon with a fair hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, rampant corporate plagiarism, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 40.284 billion Dragyns 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 solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Retalia City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Dracynic economy, worth an astonishing 26,315 trillion altcoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Soda Sales, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 653,256 altcoins, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,251,253 per year while the poor average 39,867, a ratio of 106 to 1.

Immigrant teachers use fat stacks of cash as teaching aids, anti-government web sites are springing up, the fattest folk in Dragyn look to be the happiest ones, and the long arm of the law possesses a rather slow hand. Crime is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Dragyn's national animal is the anaconda, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Amazonism.

Dragyn is ranked 337,057^th in the world and 166^th in Anarchy for Most Cultured, scoring -144 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.