The State of Chicora is a mammoth, safe nation, ruled by Governor Charlie Fixico with an iron fist, and notable for its compulsory military service and absence of drug laws. The hard-working, cynical, devout population of 5.626 billion Chicorans are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The relatively small government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Welfare, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sequoyah. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 16.6%.

The strong Chicoran economy, worth 363 trillion dollars a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Uranium Mining industry, with major contributions from Basket Weaving, Furniture Restoration, and Retail. Average income is 64,671 dollars, with the richest citizens earning 6.3 times as much as the poorest.

"Governor Charlie Fixico got your tongue?" has become a popular idiom, people who have never eaten chicken are told it tastes a bit like crocodile, shady doctors seem to have impeccable records, and doctors refer to inner-cities as newbie zones. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Chicora's national animal is the stag, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Christianity.

Chicora is ranked 151,555^th in the world and 28^th in Dixie for Highest Poor Incomes, with 23,755.86 Standard Monetary Units.