The Republic of Apatatia is a colossal, genial nation, renowned for its barren, inhospitable landscape, enslaved workforce, and flagrant waste-dumping. The compassionate, hard-working, cynical, cheerful population of 7.987 billion Apatatians are either ruled by a sleek, efficient government or a conglomerate of multinational corporations; it's difficult to tell which.

The relatively small, corrupt, pro-business government is primarily concerned with Industry, although Administration, Education, and Healthcare are also considered important. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 85.9%.

The frighteningly efficient Apatatian economy, worth a remarkable 4,655 trillion currencies a year, is broadly diversified and mostly comprised of black market activity, especially in Retail, Soda Sales, Information Technology, and Uranium Mining. Average income is a breathtaking 582,825 currencies, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,221,925 per year while the poor average 8,377, a ratio of 623 to 1.

Every spring railroad foundations erode to reveal human remains, savvy nightclub-goers know that structurally unsound venues sell the cheapest drinks, the nation's "surprisingly chill" military is renowned for its horrendous war crimes, and barbers who trim a few inches of hair bill the government for their labor. Crime is totally unknown. Apatatia's national animal is the animal, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Apatatia is ranked 3,022^nd in the world and 3^rd in Vickenian experiment containment zone for Most Advanced Public Transport, scoring 5,197.48 on the Societal Mobility Rating.