The Holy Empire of Chillin is a mammoth, orderly nation, ruled by Kot Domowy with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, vat-grown people, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 7.02 billion Chillers 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 tiny, corrupt, moralistic, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Chadville. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 2.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Chillin economy, worth a remarkable 1,441 trillion scrap coppers a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 205,275 scrap coppers, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,882,713 per year while the poor average 2,363, a ratio of 796 to 1.

When it comes to smarts Kot Domowy isn't the brightest gem in the collection, hundreds of teenagers die every year at the Chillin Hungry Games, only the rich can afford the latest medical innovations, and Jack Russells have proven to be terrible spies. Crime is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Chillin's national animal is the cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Schizoism.

Chillin is ranked 302,371^st in the world and 65^th in Kerbals of the North for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -15.81 on the Clooney Contribution Index.