The Interstellar Empire of Tropical Isles is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Jay Myers with a fair hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, parental licensing program, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 25.76 billion Atlanteans hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The medium-sized, corrupt, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Education, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Shadowville. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantean economy, worth an astonishing 13,404 trillion Silver Certificates a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Book Publishing, and Basket Weaving. Average income is a breathtaking 520,369 Silver Certificates, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Atlantean scientists are mixing chewing tobacco with bacon flavouring in an attempt to craft the perfect male snack, cheese lovers have a case of the bleus, armed war-criminals gain asylum if deemed 'fabulous' enough, and suit-clad businessmen have been taking advantage of the relaxed welfare qualifications by shopping with food stamps. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Tropical Isles's national animal is the cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Tropical Isles is ranked 276,648^th in the world and 9,299^th in the West Pacific for Fattest Citizens, with 0.81 Obesity Rate.