The Iron Mall of Dragyn is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Joff Bezotheon with a fair hand, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, keen interest in outer space, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 44.004 billion Dragyns live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Retalia City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Dracynic economy, worth an astonishing 28,936 trillion altcoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Soda Sales, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 657,589 altcoins, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,442,309 per year while the poor average 67,394, a ratio of 51.1 to 1.

Blackacrean security services are wondering why Joff Bezotheon is so fond of the numbers 6, 7 and 9, sports club owners are having a moneyball, visitors to the famed rainforests are instead taken to vast furniture factories, and citizens must pay to enjoy Dragyn's pristine beaches. Crime is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Dragyn's national animal is the anaconda, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Amazonism.

Dragyn is ranked 17,400^th in the world and 2^nd in Anarchy for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 6,866.58 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.