The Federal Commonwealth of Dicko is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Primarch Dicko with an iron fist, and renowned for its infamous sell-swords, state-planned economy, and suspicion of poets. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless population of 18.758 billion Dickoans 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 medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Defense. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of The Citadel. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Dickoan economy, worth a remarkable 9,457 trillion Bitcoins a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector is mostly made up of the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Arms Manufacturing. Average income is a breathtaking 504,204 Bitcoins, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.1 times as much as the poorest.

Students consistently complain that the wi-fi ate their homework, drills and shovels have been banned as the government cracks down on any means of fracking, students are wary of colorfully decorated new teachers with names like Professor Pipsqueak, and the Dickoan government claim that Dickoans are oppressed out of love. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Dicko's national animal is the Gryphon, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Dicko is ranked 20^th in the world and 1^st in The North Pacific for Most Secular, with 99.57 Atheism Rate.