The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and renowned for its frequent executions, sprawling nuclear power plants, and unlimited-speed roads. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 11.335 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 6,450 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 569,040 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,329,754 per year while the poor average 5,121, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Bounty hunters have been dispatched to hunt down rogue bounty hunters, tampons are used as cheap fishing bobbers, the government is a law unto itself, and the nation is known abroad for fast food and nothing else. 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 1,068^th in the world and 1^st in Papastan for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 10,675.86 on the Hickory Productivity Index.