The Federal Commonwealth of Dicko is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Primarch Dicko with an iron fist, and renowned for its closed borders, anti-smoking policies, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 22.681 billion Dickoans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Citadel. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Dickoan economy, worth an astonishing 12,525 trillion Bitcoins a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 552,232 Bitcoins, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

High school boys are required to pass vigorous self-mastery and sensitivity training to graduate, police drones follow every suspected Peeping Tom, animal liberationists receive government funding to break into animal research labs, and bilingual Dickoans are viewed with suspicion. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dicko's national animal is the Gryphon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dicko is ranked 332,076^th in the world and 4,740^th in The North Pacific for Nicest Citizens, with 0.07 average smiles per day.