The PS2 Puppet of Pterodoria is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Someone with an iron fist, and remarkable for its infamous sell-swords, keen interest in outer space, and complete lack of public education. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 14.28 billion Pterodorians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pterodoria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pterodorian economy, worth a remarkable 8,300 trillion Pteralurias a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is a breathtaking 581,249 Pteralurias, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,444,338 per year while the poor average 5,228, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Kids who move from attending a public school in the city to the country often struggle in goat milking class, a shipwreck is everyone's fault but the captain's, urban high-volume mailers now receive their mail via chauffeur-driven limousines, and anti-government web sites are springing up. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Pterodoria's national animal is the Pterodactyl, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Business.

Pterodoria is ranked 232,555^th in the world and 7,709^th in the South Pacific for Most Popular Tourist Destinations, with 2.01 Tourists Per Hour.