The Republic of Rocketfuel22 is a colossal, genial nation, remarkable for its enslaved workforce, state-planned economy, and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 4.804 billion Rocketfuel22ians 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 medium-sized, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Law & Order, and Defense. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 43.4%.

The all-consuming Rocketfuel22ian economy, worth 431 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 large, well-organized, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Retail, and Uranium Mining. 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 89,908 rocketfuels, with the richest citizens earning 5.8 times as much as the poorest.

Billions of rocketfuels are being blown on orbital weapons development, mining safety laws are often more expensive than what's being mined, military pilots spend more time scraping feathers off their engines than flying their aircraft, and taxpayer money is hard at work exorcizing laundry. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel22's national animal is the rocketfuel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Rocketfuel22 is ranked 32,334^th in the world and 7^th in Voidwolf for Largest Black Market, with 52.8 trillion Standard Monetary Units.