The Kingdom of Kractero is a gargantuan, cultured nation, ruled by Lander I with a fair hand, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape, aversion to nipples, and ritual sacrifices. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, humorless population of 30.154 billion Kracterians live in a state of perpetual fear, as a complete breakdown of social order has led to the rise of order through biker gangs.

The tiny, corrupt, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government prioritizes Industry, although Education, Defense, and Administration are also considered important, while Environment and Welfare receive no funds. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Merdas. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Kracterian economy, worth an astonishing 19,071 trillion curios a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with major contributions from Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is a breathtaking 632,479 curios, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,913,988 per year while the poor average 5,818, a ratio of 1,016 to 1.

Lady Justice's blindfold slips when the conventionally attractive are tried, colonels love the smell of trash in the morning, frat-house partying has become the national pastime, and one can wake up in Kractero and have breakfast in Bigtopia. Crime, especially youth-related, is so common that it is unusual to encounter someone following the law, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. Kractero's national animal is the auk, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is animism.

Kractero is ranked 297^th in the world and 3^rd in Herta Space Station for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 13,765.57 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.