The Republic of Deatestopia is a mammoth, efficient nation, renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and devotion to social welfare. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.307 billion Deatestopians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 85.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Deatestopian economy, worth 724 trillion dollars 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Basket Weaving, and Retail. 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 an impressive 114,830 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The prevalence of circular logic frequently renders parliamentary observers dizzy, severed limbs litter woodland edges across the land, domestic cruise ships fly the Deatestopian flag out of fear of being blown up, and the Department of Reduction of Bureaucratic Red Tape has set up a working committee to investigate its own excessive paperwork. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Deatestopia's national animal is the turtle, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Deatestopia is ranked 19,669^th in the world and 1^st in the scammers for Largest Arms Manufacturing Sector, scoring 26,262.72 on the Charon Conveyancy Index.