The Corporate island of Wickmarsh is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by CEO Pierre Heureux with an iron fist, and remarkable for its compulsory military service, public floggings, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 14.407 billion Wickmarshians are ruled with an iron fist by the corrupt, dictatorship government, which oppresses anyone who isn't on the board of a Fortune 500 company. Large corporations tend to be above the law, and use their financial clout to gain ever-increasing government benefits at the expense of the poor and unemployed.

The medium-sized, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wickmarsh City. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 29.5%.

The all-consuming Wickmarshian economy, worth a remarkable 1,299 trillion gulds a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Black market activity is frequent. Average income is 90,185 gulds, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 671,496 per year while the poor average 3,567, a ratio of 188 to 1.

The police go to great efforts to seize contraband favored by politicians on the police oversight committee, requests to "pass the salt" are supported by tank divisions, collisions between bicycles and carnival floats are on the rise, and the inside lane of every highway is for parked vehicles only. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Wickmarsh's national animal is the copy cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Wickmarsh is ranked 48,248^th in the world and 26^th in New United Kingdom for Most Corrupt Governments, with 42.03 kickbacks per hour.