The Free Land of Privatore is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Capitan Privatore with an even hand, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, daily referendums, and otherworldly petting zoo. The hard-nosed, democratic, humorless population of 13.439 billion Privatoreans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The relatively small, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Privatore City. The average income tax rate is 31.1%.

The frighteningly efficient Privatorean economy, worth a remarkable 5,427 trillion Privs a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Retail. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 403,860 Privs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.7 times as much as the poorest.

Grocery stores can be audibly identified by the giggling emerging from them, the government extracts trade concessions from poor nations in exchange for humanitarian aid, major cities are suffering under water rationing, and recreational drug businesses are regularly pruned if they grow above the maximum legal size. Crime is totally unknown. Privatore's national animal is the Weasel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Privatore is ranked 2,482^nd in the world and 97^th in the South Pacific for Largest Basket Weaving Sector, scoring 8,803.69 on the Hickory Productivity Index.