The Federation of Old Atlantica is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Alpacapatrol with an even hand, and notable for its national health service, unlimited-speed roads, and irreverence towards religion. The cheerful population of 13.479 billion Atlanticans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The medium-sized, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Alpacaville. The average income tax rate is 98.2%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantican economy, worth a remarkable 7,138 trillion Rainsticks 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Information Technology, Tourism, Book Publishing, and Soda Sales. 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 a breathtaking 529,624 Rainsticks, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Coat closets are being re-branded as bedrooms, the nation's politicians are known more for the internet memes they spawn than any of their accomplishments, holiday light displays just aren't the same without seizure-inducing strobe effects, and skateparks can be found in every city. Crime is totally unknown. Old Atlantica's national animal is the Alpaca, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Lokorism.

Old Atlantica is ranked 208^th in the world and 11^th in 10000 Islands for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 55,963.85 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.