The Republic of Rocketfuel56 is a colossal, genial nation, notable for its frequent executions, public floggings, and keen interest in outer space. The compassionate, cynical, devout population of 4.701 billion Rocketfuel56ians 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Education. The average income tax rate is 52.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Rocketfuel56ian economy, worth 363 trillion Rocketfuels a year, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 77,243 Rocketfuels, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

Foreign policy is mostly just to smile and hope for the best, money that should have gone to charities is instead spent on monitoring them, plain-clothes police officers follow Dàguó tourists everywhere they go, and thieves claim they're simply working for the tax agency. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel56's national animal is the Rocketfuel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rocketfuel56 is ranked 313,292^nd in the world and 208^th in House Boucher for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -10.39 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.