The Borderlands of Glaciertop is a colossal, efficient nation, ruled by The Lord-Baron with a fair hand, and remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, otherworldly petting zoo, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless, devout population of 4.334 billion Glaciertopians 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, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of New Glaciertop. Income tax is unheard of.

The powerhouse Glaciertopian economy, worth a remarkable 1,088 trillion Yeti Toenails a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Retail, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 251,156 Yeti Toenails, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 4.1 times as much as the poorest.

The sound of office water cooler chatter has been replaced by the whirring of computer cooling fans, major cities are suffering under water rationing, the newest season of Landlord Cops was filmed in front of a live audience, and most people suffer from some form of hearing loss. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Glaciertop's national animal is the Yeti, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Yetism.

Glaciertop is ranked 171,595^th in the world and 1^st in Santas Workshop for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 984.57 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.