The Fallthing of Ratateague is a gargantuan, safe nation, notable for its anti-smoking policies, keen interest in outer space, and free-roaming dinosaurs. The compassionate, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 25.547 billion Ratatekkers, 24.307 billion of whom are zombies, are free to do what they want with their own bodies, and vote for whomever they like in elections; if they go into business, however, they are regulated to within an inch of their lives.

The medium-sized, socially-minded, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Administration, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Holtmímir. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Ratatasque economy, worth an astonishing 16,538 trillion ʝarls a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is quite specialized, is led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Book Publishing, and Basket Weaving. Average income is an amazing 479,553 ʝarls, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Dàguó lanterns outnumber streetlights in major cities, everybody's got wood thanks to Leader, political talk shows often have children as guests whenever they need commentary on world religions, and the banshee wail foretells skies of death. Crime is totally unknown. Ratateague's national animal is the flying squirrel, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Ratateague is ranked 1,784^th in the world and 10^th in The Social Liberal Union for Highest Foreign Aid Spending, scoring 3,874.66 on the Clooney Contribution Index.