The Confederacy of Gropless Camai is a mammoth, orderly nation, notable for its frequent executions, keen interest in outer space, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.208 billion Gropless Camaians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Defense, and Education. The average income tax rate is 74.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Gropless Camaian economy, worth a remarkable 1,033 trillion pesos 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 large, well-organized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Woodchip Exports, and Uranium Mining. 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 125,896 pesos, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Families are left homeless as entire suburbs are bulldozed on the whim of tribal chiefs, pulling weeds is seen as a threat to national security, the government has cut taxes in the face of widespread tax evasion, and the big red machine has ground to a halt. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Gropless Camai's national animal is the dolphin, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

Gropless Camai is ranked 89,655^th in the world and 446^th in the Plains of Perdition for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 2,605.73 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.