The Rogue Nation of Chkaots is a tiny, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and lack of airports. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 15 million Madmen, 14 million of whom are zombies, are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The medium-sized, corrupt, well-organized government is dominated by the Department of Defense, with Administration, Law & Order, and Welfare also on the agenda, while International Aid and Public Transport are ignored. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 35.4%.

The en Chkaots economy, worth 969 billion Maniks a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Uranium Mining, Retail, and Furniture Restoration. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 42,146 Maniks, with the richest citizens earning 8.8 times as much as the poorest.

The might of the entire en Chkaots Navy is focused on fifty bemused spear-throwing islanders, birdsong in the mountains has to be loud enough to drown out nearby jackhammers, divorcees attending custody disputes tend to wear black-and-white zigzag patterns, and you can't make an omelet without breaking a few legs. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Chkaots's national animal is the Blood Bat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution.

Chkaots is ranked 299,070^th in the world and 6^th in Fioland for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring -10.95 on the Clooney Contribution Index.