The Corporate Republic of Wealthatonia is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Head CEO Wally Potluck with an even hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, free-roaming dinosaurs, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 10.68 billion Wealthatonians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, is effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, although Education is also considered important, while Welfare and Spirituality are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Wealth City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Wealthatonian economy, worth a remarkable 3,454 trillion Store Credits a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Arms Manufacturing, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 323,500 Store Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,002,834 per year while the poor average 3,257, a ratio of 921 to 1.

You're only as old as you feel, the mummified remains of former kings are apparently discovered every time a tourist loses their wallet, freighter lifeboats have been replaced by state of the art marker buoys so divers can recover the cargo after they sink, and only the rich can afford the latest medical innovations. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, probably because of the absence of a police force. Wealthatonia's national animal is the Leprechaun, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Wealthatonia is ranked 294,065^th in the world and 11,256^th in Balder for Lowest Crime Rates, with 2.46 law-abiding acts per hour.