The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and remarkable for its enslaved workforce, free-roaming dinosaurs, and digital currency. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 15.19 billion Drackonians 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 Tower of Consumption. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient PapaDrackyian economy, worth a remarkable 9,536 trillion Credits 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, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 627,838 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,880,604 per year while the poor average 5,648, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Strange men lingering in offices distributing television sets is a basis for a system of government, blackface performers claim they are being deliberately ironic, road rage is rarer but more terminal now that many people drive fully-operational battle tanks to work, and government officials frequently cut taxes as a distraction from antics with their secretaries. 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. PapaDracky's national animal is the Elcor, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Profitism.

PapaDracky is ranked 271,650^th in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Beautiful Environments, with 0.52 pounds of wildlife per square mile.