The Colony of Domarcan is a huge, environmentally stunning nation, remarkable for its avowedly heterosexual populace, fear of technology, and state-planned economy. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 340 million Dintarticans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Spirituality, Law & Order, and Welfare. The average income tax rate is 78.5%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Dintarticani economy, worth 3.41 trillion Old Telts a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is highly specialized, is mostly made up of the Trout Farming industry, with significant contributions from Gambling. Average income is 10,036 Old Telts, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Police officers that upset their bosses get assigned to 24 hour stakeouts of bike sheds, conspiracy theorists allege that the government is spying on them through their carbon monoxide detectors, the Domarcan Automotive Racing Series draws millions of spectators annually while those near the tracks complain about the noise, and the line of people waiting for a visa interview in front of foreign embassies is typically a mile long. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Domarcan's national animal is the Cow, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Domarcan is ranked 267,295^th in the world and 12^th in Jellyfish Elite Fighting Force for Highest Food Quality, scoring 6.92 on the Meeshlin-Starr Index.