The Corporate Consortium of Courathar is a titanic, socially progressive nation, ruled by the Zeller-Voss Board of Directors with a fair hand, and renowned for its multi-spousal wedding ceremonies, digital currency, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 12.542 billion Couratharians 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 government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Administration, Industry, and Education. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Solus. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Couratharian economy, worth a remarkable 5,154 trillion bytes a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Information Technology, Soda Sales, and Gambling. Average income is an amazing 410,968 bytes, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,419,628 per year while the poor average 9,814, a ratio of 348 to 1.

It's rumored that Marche Noire knows what the nation's generals eat for breakfast, Solus has restaurants serving every meat from aardvark to zebra, the government is constantly producing new maps to accommodate the continual renaming of cities, and foreign policy is to avoid standing up to bullies. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Courathar's national animal is the sheep, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Mercerism.

Courathar is ranked 972^nd in the world and 10^th in Capitalist Paradise for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 10,435.36 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.