The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, feral children, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 15.178 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 9,527 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 Gambling, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 627,746 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,879,740 per year while the poor average 5,648, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Tower of Consumption's iconic yellow taxis are nowhere to be seen, things are looking up for sentient toilet bowls, vital intelligence-gathering activities are often put on hold for Call of Honor tournaments, and kids who move from attending a public school in the city to the country often struggle in goat milking class. 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 12^th in the world and 1^st in Papastan for Highest Crime Rates, with 331.73 crimes per hour.