The Republic of Zombiedolphins is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Big Daddy with a fair hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, public floggings, and parental licensing program. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 32.607 billion Zombiedolphinsians hold their civil and political rights very dear, although the wealthy and those in business tend to be viewed with suspicion.

The large, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Environment, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rotten Corpse. The average income tax rate is 97.4%.

The frighteningly efficient Zombiedolphinsian economy, worth a remarkable 7,416 trillion serenas a year, is highly specialized and mostly made up of the Tourism industry, with significant contributions from Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 227,436 serenas, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The government is ignoring the latest terrorist atrocities in Rotten Corpse for fear of causing a fuss, soylent products are an expensive commodity due to a lack of volunteers, up to 40% of voters can finally read the issues they're deciding on, and organ donation rates are among the lowest in the region. Crime is totally unknown. Zombiedolphins's national animal is the icelandic bargehound, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Zombiedolphins is ranked 207,053^rd in the world and 6^th in Loamhedge for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring -21.1 on the Hickory Productivity Index.