The Republic of Metalocalyptica is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Toki Wartooth with an iron fist, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, anti-smoking policies, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 31.454 billion Metalocalypticans 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 relatively small, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Spirituality. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Metalocalyptica City. The average income tax rate is 2.2%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Metalocalyptican economy, worth an astonishing 11,905 trillion Plectrums a year, is broadly diversified and dominated by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Automobile Manufacturing, and Information Technology. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 378,514 Plectrums, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.4 times as much as the poorest.

It is broadly agreed that tramp stamps are criminally undesirable, binoculars sales are at an all-time high, Brancaland has gifted over nine thousand putrid moose carcasses to Metalocalyptica as a reminder of their "special relationship", and garden flower shows rarely smell of roses. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force. Metalocalyptica's national animal is the Drummer, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Metalocatholicism.

Metalocalyptica is ranked 254^th in the world and 1^st in Zurich for Largest Automobile Manufacturing Sector, scoring 25,630.19 on the Henry Ford Productivity Index.