The Megalopolis Corporatocracy of Matofali is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by President Jacob Sweetwater with an iron fist, and renowned for its disturbing lack of elderly people, free-roaming dinosaurs, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 8.021 billion Matofalians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tar Rock Arcology 01. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Matofalian economy, worth a remarkable 3,601 trillion Mato Points a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 449,001 Mato Points, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,201,889 per year while the poor average 4,086, a ratio of 1,028 to 1.

Citizens are regularly found digging for treasure in their gardens, fraternities are notorious for drunken hooliganism, President Jacob Sweetwater is described as an everyday person with normal tastes and the usual interests, and cities are engulfed by smog. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Matofali's national animal is the Rope Hawk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Corporatism.

Matofali is ranked 219,481^st in the world and 10,043^rd in The North Pacific for Most Secular, with 0.95 Atheism Rate.