The Federation of Wealthterra is a colossal, socially progressive nation, ruled by Julius Krabs with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, enslaved workforce, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 6.684 billion Wealthterrans live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Billionaire City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Wealthterran economy, worth a remarkable 1,429 trillion dollars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Soda Sales, Gambling, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an amazing 213,942 dollars, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,966,908 per year while the poor average 2,401, a ratio of 819 to 1.

Luxury condos have arisen from the ashes of demolished houses of worship, birth rates have hit an all-time low, the immigration office has an express line for people bringing cash in briefcases, and corporations donate huge sums of money to favored politicians. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Wealthterra's national animal is the trout, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Wealthterra is ranked 285,870^th in the world and 10,878^th in Balder for Safest, scoring 2.95 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.