The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and remarkable for its vat-grown people, otherworldly petting zoo, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 17.461 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 an astonishing 11,496 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 Information Technology, Gambling, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 658,384 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 6,166,771 per year while the poor average 5,922, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Politicians are fired for opening subjective statements with "I believe", the first test of a good kindergartener is the quality of the sponge-baths they give, 10-year-olds who struggle with integrating by parts are considered slow learners, and travelers often bring empty plastic bottles on Air PapaDracky flights to avoid the pay lavatories. 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 313,227^th in the world and 2^nd in Papastan for Most Advanced Defense Forces, scoring -44.94 on the Total War Preparedness Rating.