The Eternal Misfortune of Pallidonia is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by absolutely nobody with a fair hand, and remarkable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and flagrant waste-dumping. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 19.386 billion Pallidonians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The minute, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Capital. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pallidonian economy, worth a remarkable 7,718 trillion Horses a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is an amazing 398,150 Horses, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 2,864,111 per year while the poor average 17,827, a ratio of 160 to 1.

Citizens who leave the country are officially classed as traitors, priceless Maxtopian artwork can often be found in executive bathrooms, drivers regularly pull over for nonexistent police cars, and the nation faces constant invasions by foreign boy bands. 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. Pallidonia's national animal is the Dollar, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Anarchy.

Pallidonia is ranked 1,512^th in the world and 2^nd in Pencil Sharpeners Puppet Storage for Greatest Rich-Poor Divides, with 160.66 Rich To Poor Income Ratio.