The Iron Mall of Dragyn is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by Joff Bezotheon with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, infamous sell-swords, and keen interest in outer space. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 43.851 billion Dragyns 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, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Retalia City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Dracynic economy, worth an astonishing 28,835 trillion altcoins a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Soda Sales, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 657,577 altcoins, but there is an enormous disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 3,436,870 per year while the poor average 67,611, a ratio of 50.8 to 1.

Compassion shrinks as tax rebates grow, Blackacrean security services are wondering why Joff Bezotheon is so fond of the numbers 6, 7 and 9, sports club owners are having a moneyball, and visitors to the famed rainforests are instead taken to vast furniture factories. Crime is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Dragyn's national animal is the anaconda, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Amazonism.

Dragyn is ranked 48^th in the world and 1^st in Anarchy for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 32,147.68 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.