The Megalopolis Corporatocracy of Matofali is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by President Jacob Sweetwater with an iron fist, and renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, unlimited-speed roads, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 5.845 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. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Matofalian economy, worth a remarkable 2,476 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 423,778 Mato Points, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,108,807 per year while the poor average 2,108, a ratio of 1,948 to 1.

The government nonchalantly sells old nukes to other countries, a firework a day does not in fact keep the doctor away, vitriolic divorce proceedings have become prime-time television, and many whiskies taste suspiciously like automobile radiators. 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 15,298^th in the world and 1,415^th in The North Pacific for Most Influential, scoring 1,961 on the Soft Power Disbursement Rating.