The Commonwealth of Collective Markets is a mammoth, genial nation, remarkable for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, state-planned economy, and punitive income tax rates. The democratic, devout population of 8.704 billion Marketsians 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 enormous, liberal, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Welfare, Education, and Healthcare. The average income tax rate is 66.2%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The Collective Marketsian economy, worth 413 trillion State Credits a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Tourism, Information Technology, and Pizza Delivery. Average income is 47,450 State Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

The country's population is reported with a margin of error of several billions, Collective Markets has designated Collective Markets City as its capital city, a faint smell of body odour can be detected at several miles' distance from the National Science Park, and the nation faces constant invasions by foreign boy bands. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown. Collective Markets's national animal is the Eagle, which soars majestically through the nation's famously clear skies.

Collective Markets is ranked 87,163^rd in the world and 58^th in Union of Allied States for Highest Poor Incomes, with 34,909.29 Standard Monetary Units.