The United Socialist States of Tropical Coast is a small, orderly nation, remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, state-planned economy, and frequent executions. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 45 million Tropical Coastians 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 government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized morass — juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 77.0%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Tropical Coastian economy, worth 1.28 trillion Dinars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, with significant contributions from Pizza Delivery, Cheese Exports, and Uranium Mining. Average income is 28,447 Dinars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Citizens seem fixated on 105m x 45m rectangles, parents seeking custody have to write a five-thousand word analysis of their child's imaginary friend, war vets look after war animals, and politicians are often found scavenging bins at night to supplement their income. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Tropical Coast's national animal is the Arabian Cat, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation.

Tropical Coast is ranked 267,328^th in the world and 5,967^th in The North Pacific for Most Scientifically Advanced, scoring -48.48 on the Kurzweil Singularity Index.