The Holy Empire of Chillin is a mammoth, orderly nation, ruled by Kot Domowy with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, unlimited-speed roads, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 7.519 billion Chillers, 1.437 billion of whom are zombies, 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 2.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Chillin economy, worth a remarkable 1,557 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 207,126 scrap coppers, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,899,691 per year while the poor average 2,384, a ratio of 796 to 1.

Hundreds of teenagers die every year at the Chillin Hungry Games, only the rich can afford the latest medical innovations, Jack Russells have proven to be terrible spies, and small shoes often wash up on the beach. 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 7,683^rd in the world and 4^th in Kerbals of the North for Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector, scoring 38,453.62 on the Charon Conveyancy Index.