The Republic of Drop Island is a titanic, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its enslaved workforce, lack of airports, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 11.609 billion Drop Islandians 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, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Industry. The average income tax rate is 71.7%.

The frighteningly efficient Drop Islandian economy, worth a remarkable 1,380 trillion Euros a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is fairly diversified, is led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Basket Weaving, and Beef-Based Agriculture. Average income is an impressive 118,952 Euros, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.2 times as much as the poorest.

There's nothing more Drop Islandian than revanchism, Harry Potter books are banned, elementary school children develop thousand-yard stares, and mathematics majors learn about new ways to model their crushing debt. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Drop Island's national animal is the Fancy Clam, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Drop Island is ranked 52,571^st in the world and 249^th in The grimy backyard of Bigej for Largest Populations, with 11.6 billion capita.