The Republic of Pompuchip is a massive, orderly nation, renowned for its state-planned economy, irreverence towards religion, and restrictive gun laws. The compassionate, cynical population of 2.344 billion Pompuchipians 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, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government prioritizes Education, although Administration, Welfare, and Law & Order are also considered important. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pochin. The average income tax rate is 66.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but underdeveloped Pompuchipian economy, worth 54.2 trillion chips a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, quite specialized black market in Book Publishing, Trout Farming, Retail, and Automobile Manufacturing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is 23,133 chips, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Janitors and factory workers are often better educated than the bosses they work for, the police have reaffirmed their tough stance on drugs, tree farms across the nation are overrun by clipboard-wielding biologists, and cricket farmers use magnifying glasses to fit every member of their herd with tiny tracking tags. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pompuchip's national animal is the dog, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Pompuchip is ranked 311,086^th in the world and 16,776^th in Lazarus for Highest Drug Use, scoring 11.17 on the Pineapple Fondness Rating.