The Megalopolis Corporatocracy of Matofali is a colossal, orderly nation, ruled by President Jacob Sweetwater with an iron fist, and notable for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 9.197 billion Matofalians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Industry, Defense, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Tar Rock Arcology 01. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Matofalian economy, worth a remarkable 4,148 trillion Mato Points a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 451,092 Mato Points, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 4,221,753 per year while the poor average 4,101, a ratio of 1,029 to 1.

Marketing departments of corporate giants compete to sponsor little league teams, foragers descend on national cemeteries for 'all-you-can-dig-up' extravaganzas, nose plugs are the latest Matofalian fashion accessory, and orthopaedics patients often have a bounce in their step. 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. Matofali's national animal is the Rope Hawk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Corporatism.

Matofali is ranked 42^nd in the world and 5^th in The North Pacific for Most Politically Apathetic Citizens, with 118.59 Whatever.