The Conglomerate of Armacor is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Benevolent CEO Mr Miser Deathadder with an even hand, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, keen interest in outer space, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 46.688 billion Armacorians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

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

The frighteningly efficient Armacorian economy, worth an astonishing 18,365 trillion armacor bonds a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Automobile Manufacturing industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 393,362 armacor bonds, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,668,467 per year while the poor average 3,741, a ratio of 980 to 1.

Idyllic countryside scenes see border collies herding sixty-ton dinosaurs, military equipment stores have a tendency to go up in flames, wars of expansion are described as "peacekeeping operations", and charity workers were first up against the wall when the time came. Crime is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Armacor's national animal is the three eyed platykat, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Armacor is ranked 11,544^th in the world and 1^st in Korner for Most Patriotic, with 60.32 flags saluted per person per day.