The Decepticon of Quillfire is a gargantuan, safe nation, remarkable for its compulsory military service, punitive income tax rates, and devotion to social welfare. The cynical, devout population of 11.422 billion Quillfires 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 enormous, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Spirituality, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 70.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The large but underdeveloped Quillfire economy, worth 369 trillion energons a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is 32,361 energons, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The "Underwear of Women in Power" issue of The Quillfire City Times is sold out, schoolkids say that the air doesn't taste like wee-wee any more, old folks reminisce about the last time someone was acquitted of a crime, and the nation has always been at war with Moltovea. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Quillfire's national animal is the robot, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Quillfire is ranked 246,936^th in the world and 7,649^th in Suspicious for Most Beautiful Environments, with 263.6 pounds of wildlife per square mile.