The Republic of Metalocalyptica is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Toki Wartooth with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, frequent executions, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 31.497 billion Metalocalypticans are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Metalocalyptica City. The average income tax rate is 2.4%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Metalocalyptican economy, worth an astonishing 11,874 trillion Plectrums a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Information Technology. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 376,991 Plectrums, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

It is broadly agreed that tramp stamps are criminally undesirable, binoculars sales are at an all-time high, Brancaland has gifted over nine thousand putrid moose carcasses to Metalocalyptica as a reminder of their "special relationship", and garden flower shows rarely smell of roses. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Metalocalyptica's national animal is the Drummer, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Metalocatholicism.

Metalocalyptica is ranked 277,958^th in the world and 6^th in Zurich for Safest, scoring 5.92 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.