The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and notable for its frequent executions, enslaved workforce, and daily referendums. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 11.286 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, 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 6,419 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 568,807 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,327,573 per year while the poor average 5,119, a ratio of 1,040 to 1.

Tumbleweeds made of litter adorn city streets, eminent domain has been abolished, the government has little issue with allowing its citizens to languish in foreign jails, and thousands of children die every day from easily curable illnesses. 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 1,802^nd in the world and 1^st in Papastan for Most Pro-Market, scoring 98.89 on the Rand Index.