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, public floggings, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 31.861 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, 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 20,019 trillion altcoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 628,348 altcoins, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,965,707 per year while the poor average 41,681, a ratio of 95.1 to 1.

Hit and run driving is no longer a crime - it's the national sport, a firework a day does not in fact keep the doctor away, Joff Bezotheon is considering changing the nation's name to Blackacre, and the fattest folk in Dragyn look to be the happiest ones. 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 17,290^th in the world and 31^st in Anarchy for Highest Drug Use, scoring 114 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.