The Republic of Draped Bust Cent is a colossal, efficient nation, remarkable for its frequent executions, pith helmet sales, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 4.578 billion Draped Bust Centians 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 large, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. The average income tax rate is 85.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Draped Bust Centian economy, worth 676 trillion Courjitiziens a year, is fairly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Woodchip Exports. Black market activity is frequent. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 147,691 Courjitiziens, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.2 times as much as the poorest.

Illicit spice trade makes desert merchants wrangling worms blush, talking during class is a gateway to lifelong drug addiction, pinkie promises are a matter of life and death, and it is now illegal for teens to view any sites except Club Kitten and My Little Donkey. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Draped Bust Cent's national animal is the Cat, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Draped Bust Cent is ranked 54,982^nd in the world and 76^th in TAV Auxiliary Puppets for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 4,469.29 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.