The Republic of Manticore utopia is a gargantuan, environmentally stunning nation, ruled by Leader with a fair hand, and renowned for its museums and concert halls, free-roaming dinosaurs, and absence of drug laws. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful population of 10.182 billion Manticore utopians 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, outspoken government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Babylon. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Manticore utopian economy, worth a remarkable 3,501 trillion manticore meticals 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 Tourism, Retail, and Arms Manufacturing. Average income is an amazing 343,887 manticore meticals, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 994,498 per year while the poor average 94,288, a ratio of 10.5 to 1.

Members of ethnic minorities are more often called "boy" or "girl" than by their actual names, elections are won by the candidate who makes the best 'yo mama' jokes, the government asks not what you can do for your country but what you can do to tidy their country homes, and immigrant herding has become a national pastime. Crime, especially youth-related, is a serious problem, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Manticore utopia's national animal is the Vampire, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Agnosticism.

Manticore utopia is ranked 65,570^th in the world and 3,463^rd in The North Pacific for Largest Trout Fishing Sector, scoring 2,901.99 on the Nemo Depletion Efficiency Index.