The Federal Republic of Proctopeo is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by Meme President with a fair hand, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, and irreverence towards religion. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 5.576 billion Proctopeoans 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, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Memetropolis. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Proctopeoan economy, worth a remarkable 1,112 trillion bmpcoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Retail, Soda Sales, and Book Publishing. Average income is an impressive 199,554 bmpcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.8 times as much as the poorest.

Grannies get pulled over for knitting pullovers while driving, customer satisfaction with online delivery services is at an all time high, new government leaflets tell coeliac children to eat more crisps, and competing private ambulances racing to be the first to traffic accidents are a major cause of road accidents. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Proctopeo's national animal is the meme frog, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Proctopeo is ranked 169,948^th in the world and 1^st in Know Your Region for Most Pacifist, with 4.58 Cheeks Turned Per Day.