The Galactic Trade Conglomerate of PapaDracky is a titanic, socially progressive nation, ruled by King CREAM with a fair hand, and renowned for its sprawling nuclear power plants, enslaved workforce, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 24.572 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 effectively ruled by the Department of Industry, although Defense is also considered important, while Environment and Law & Order are ignored. 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 18,639 trillion Credits 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, Information Technology, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 758,575 Credits, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 7,105,369 per year while the poor average 6,822, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

Politicians look weirdly alike, the most recent election was a close race between King CREAM and King CREAM, a surprising number of travelers carry their water in vodka bottles, and PapaDracky is notorious for its citizens' infidelity. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, probably because of the absence of a police force. 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 308,342^nd in the world and 4^th in Papastan for Most Developed, scoring 39.46 on the Human Development Index.