The Parent Company of Hollip is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by the majority shareholder with a fair hand, and notable for its enslaved workforce, flagrant waste-dumping, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 22.366 billion shareholders 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 government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Defense, with Welfare and Environment not funded at all. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Executive Conference Room 3. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Hollish economy, worth a remarkable 9,028 trillion Capital Shares a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Retail, and Information Technology. Average income is an amazing 403,680 Capital Shares, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.2 times as much as the poorest.

Gift baskets often contain working nukes, it's considered providence that the political lexicon contains a syrup of company slogans, The majority shareholder's used car is held together by bumper stickers that support the opposition, and Hollip isn't what it used to be. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Hollip's national animal is the unpaid intern, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Hollip is ranked 270,283^rd in the world and 295^th in Lands End for Most Beautiful Environments, with 0.97 pounds of wildlife per square mile.