The Rogue Nation of El Topo is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, renowned for its public floggings, compulsory military service, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 15.851 billion El Topoans 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 juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Defense, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 24.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The large but inefficient El Topoan economy, worth 576 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 a slick, highly efficient black market in Gambling, Retail, Uranium Mining, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. 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 36,365 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

The government has embraced apartheid, heavy industry grinds to a halt as new equipment must be biked in, healthcare funding has been cut, and horses are considered a delicacy. Crime is a problem, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. El Topo's national animal is the horse, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

El Topo is ranked 237,112^th in the world and 10^th in Winterfell for Highest Food Quality, scoring 8.61 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.