The Community of Topps now is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, pith helmet sales, and ritual sacrifices. The cynical, devout population of 2.415 billion Topps Fans 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 government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of I hate topps marvel so much. The average income tax rate is 33.0%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The thriving Topps Fan economy, worth 208 trillion Coins 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, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Cheese Exports, Tourism, and Trout Farming. 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 86,396 Coins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.9 times as much as the poorest.

Exiles see that the line where the sky meets the sea is just clouds and rain, beating enemies to death with a baseball bat is legal if done within nine innings, agriculture is heavily subsidized by the government, and the nation has always been at war with Bigtopia. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Topps now's national animal is the Wolverine, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Topps now is ranked 235,279^th in the world and 17^th in Inglourious Basterds for Safest, scoring 39.92 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.