The Free Territories of Glorypiss is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by everyone with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, keen interest in outer space, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 3.424 billion Glorypissers 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. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Glorypissian economy, worth 692 trillion random things a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 202,238 random things, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 845,611 per year while the poor average 31,526, a ratio of 26.8 to 1.

The mummified remains of former kings are apparently discovered every time a tourist loses their wallet, a chain of pubs that cater solely to children has recently been unveiled, an aboriginal talking stick is used for leaders' debates at election time, and elevator music has been replaced by thrash metal played at maximum volume. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Glorypiss's national animal is the pig, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Glorypiss is ranked 1,842^nd in the world and 2^nd in Talonia for Largest Pizza Delivery Sector, scoring 8,498.86 on the Pepperoni Propulsion Productivity Index.