The Republic of Rocketfuel37 is a colossal, orderly nation, notable for its zero percent divorce rate, punitive income tax rates, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 4.802 billion Rocketfuel37ians 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 large, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 66.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The very strong Rocketfuel37ian economy, worth 422 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, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Cheese Exports, Information Technology, and Beef-Based Agriculture. 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 87,941 Rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.5 times as much as the poorest.

Maxtopian tourists make expensive pilgrimages to Rocketfuel37 City to enjoy their national art, requests for government aid can be forwarded to the beach, the saying 'break a leg' is now taken literally, and troop transports blacken the sky as the military commences Operation Desert Ocean. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel37's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Rocketfuel37 is ranked 34,122^nd in the world and 9^th in Voidwolf for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 2,511.62 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.