The Republic of Deatestopia is a mammoth, orderly nation, renowned for its ritual sacrifices, complete lack of prisons, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 6.132 billion Deatestopians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The enormous, corrupt government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Administration, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 82.3%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Deatestopian economy, worth 715 trillion dollars 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Arms Manufacturing, Woodchip Exports, Basket Weaving, and Retail. 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 an impressive 116,753 dollars, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Taking hostages is a great way to influence government policy, senior executives have become freelance basket-weavers in search of less stress and better work-life balance, selfie stick use is a required Scout badge, and the nation is losing its mind(s). Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Deatestopia's national animal is the turtle, which frolics freely in the nation's sparkling oceans.

Deatestopia is ranked 25,963^rd in the world and 5^th in the scammers for Largest Welfare Programs, scoring 2,850.49 on the Safety Net Mesh Density Rating.