The Republic of Rocketfuel20 is a colossal, safe nation, notable for its state-planned economy, zero percent divorce rate, and enslaved workforce. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 4.838 billion Rocketfuel20ians are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 71.4%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Rocketfuel20ian economy, worth 316 trillion rocketfuels 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, quite specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Tourism, and Basket Weaving. 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 65,389 rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.6 times as much as the poorest.

Citizens are encouraged to report friends, family members or co-workers who seem depressed to the government for "counselling", all industry is owned and run by the government, the government seizes corporate assets it deems 'scary enough', and the housing market has collapsed like an overbaked Brancalandian souffle. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel20's national animal is the rocketfuel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Rocketfuel20 is ranked 211,642^nd in the world and 1,556^th in the Rejected Realms for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -3.13 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.