The Fiery Hell of Dumpfire is a massive, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Some Racoon with an iron fist, and notable for its teetotalling pirates, free-roaming dinosaurs, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 4.157 billion Collectors 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Some Random Dump. The average income tax rate is 45.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong a Collector economy, worth 254 trillion Embassies a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, quite specialized black market in Tourism, Uranium Mining, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 61,266 Embassies, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Foreign policy often involves bullwhips and leather, work creation schemes keep the masses occupied with meaningless tasks, all new "spies" are fifteen-year-old acne-ridden kids on computers, and hockey players who drop their gloves discard them on abandoned baseball mitts. Crime is moderate, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Dumpfire's national animal is the Emu, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Some Religion.

Dumpfire is ranked 210,140^th in the world and 2^nd in The Dumpfire for Largest Furniture Restoration Industry, scoring 284.5 on the Spitz-Pollish Productivity Index.