The Town of Hatrickener is a gargantuan, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, compulsory military service, and smutty television. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 37.177 billion Hatrickenerians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 31.8%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The strong Hatrickenerian economy, worth a remarkable 1,795 trillion Stones 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, broadly diversified black market in Gambling, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda 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 48,308 Stones, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.8 times as much as the poorest.

Newspapers may not print any negative stories about the government, murderers frequently escape punishment by claiming they were protecting their honour, military spending is on the increase, and travellers are often forcibly evicted by torch-bearing mobs. Crime, especially youth-related, is well under control, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Hatrickener's national animal is the Wolf, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Hatrickener is ranked 114,904^th in the world and 3^rd in Vienna for Most Eco-Friendly Governments, scoring 718.37 on the Dolphin Recycling Awareness Index.