The Corporate State of Marcolos is a massive, efficient nation, ruled by High Director Bettaro with an even hand, and notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, deadly medical pandemics, and ubiquitous missile silos. The hard-nosed, hard-working population of 2.415 billion Marcoli have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Upper Management. The average income tax rate is 12.5%.

The frighteningly efficient Marcolian economy, worth 520 trillion Joints a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a large, well-organized, broadly diversified black market in Information Technology, Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Gambling. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an amazing 215,552 Joints, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

A bill to outlaw math homework has been submitted, teachers are dying as they attempt to read 500 word essays without pausing for breath, the opposition leader's credibility has been undermined by constant attention drawn to a dodgy toupee, and taxpayers cringe whenever someone brings up the Former Antagonist Reparations Treaty. Crime, especially youth-related, is almost non-existent. Marcolos's national animal is the Great Northern Owl, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to toxic air pollution, and its national religion is money.

Marcolos is ranked 3,477^th in the world and 7^th in Anteria for Most Secular, with 98.76 Atheism Rate.