The Free Land of Privatore is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Capitan Privatore with an even hand, and renowned for its free-roaming dinosaurs, national health service, and sprawling nuclear power plants. The hard-nosed, hard-working, humorless population of 14.826 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 tiny, 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. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Privatorean economy, worth a remarkable 5,945 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 401,012 Privs, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.0 times as much as the poorest.

The nation is noticeably more cheerful on Tuesdays, the most penniless demographics have by far the highest number of researchers per capita, foreigners with shady pasts are fleeing the country, and community-designed sword prostheses are becoming dangerously common. Crime is totally unknown. Privatore's national animal is the Weasel, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Privatore is ranked 253^rd in the world and 7^th in the South Pacific for Highest Disposable Incomes, with 401,012.72 Standard Monetary Units.