The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and notable for its vat-grown people, absence of drug laws, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.567 billion Drackonians 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. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tower of Consumption. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient PapaDrackyian economy, worth a remarkable 7,400 trillion Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 588,873 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,515,554 per year while the poor average 5,299, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Most of the military's funding goes into researching space-age weaponry, sales of superhero insurance have skyrocketed after the government abandoned the police in favor of vigilantes, an increasing percentage of the population's youth have homosexual parents, and the government loves seeing the little people fight. 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. PapaDracky's national animal is the Elcor, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Profitism.

PapaDracky is ranked 43,701^st in the world and 1^st in Papastan for Most Politically Free, scoring 77.05 on the Diebold Election Inking Scale.