The Fuerza Armada of Numero Capitan is a gargantuan, cultured nation, renowned for its public floggings, ubiquitous missile silos, and compulsory military service. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 14.959 billion Numero Capitanians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The large, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, although Education, Healthcare, and Law & Order are also considered important. The average income tax rate is 64.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The strong Numero Capitanian economy, worth 909 trillion dime bars a year, is quite specialized and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Tourism, and Retail. State-owned companies are reasonably common. Average income is 60,797 dime bars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Government employees have reverted to carrier pigeon due to never-ending virus scans, every new building project has to undergo a five-year environmental impact study before it can go ahead, mall countdown clocks warn that there are only 364 more shopping days until Maxxmas, and putting houses on stilts is elevating house porches and prices alike. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Numero Capitan's national animal is the lion, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Numero Capitan is ranked 63,622^nd in the world and 6^th in 00000 A World Power for Largest Agricultural Sector, scoring 2,178.24 on the Mu-Bah-Daggs Productivity Index.