The Rogue Nation of The Grand Corporate of Everthing is a small, orderly nation, notable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, irreverence towards religion, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical population of 36 million Grand Corporate of Everthingians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Public Transport, Defense, and Healthcare. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 5.6%.

The thriving Grand Corporate of Everthingian economy, worth 2.30 trillion Gold Bars a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales. Average income is 63,754 Gold Bars, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 284,344 per year while the poor average 8,881, a ratio of 32.0 to 1.

Would-be emigrants are told "abandon all hope all ye who would exit here", lottery winners spend most of their money on security, concussed Turtleball players cannot remember their lineup position, and organ donation is compulsory. Crime is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. The Grand Corporate of Everthing's national animal is the Turtle, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to heavy metals seepage into national waterways.

The Grand Corporate of Everthing is ranked 243,011^th in the world and 406^th in Refugia for Most Income Equality, scoring 3.12 on the Marx-Engels Emancipation Scale.