The Federal Republic of Proctopeo is a massive, cultured nation, ruled by Meme President with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, complete lack of prisons, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 4.777 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 949 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 198,820 bmpcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.6 times as much as the poorest.

Toy versions of heroin paraphernalia let kids pretend to be their favourite TV characters, human tissue is grown in vats as a delicacy as well as for transplants, the population's jaw muscles put sharks to shame, and surfers ride tsunamis of record height and toxicity. 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 10,189^th in the world and 1^st in Know Your Region for Largest Manufacturing Sector, scoring 24,790.61 on the Gooback-Jerbs Productivity Index.