The Rogue Nation of Mocte is a massive, orderly nation, ruled by Master Zugal with an iron fist, and renowned for its pith helmet sales, keen interest in outer space, and complete lack of prisons. The hard-nosed, cynical, humorless, devout population of 1.185 billion Mocteans 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 enormous, corrupt, moralistic, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Law & Order, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kempgrad. The average income tax rate is 75.6%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The sizeable but stagnant Moctean economy, worth 15.9 trillion Plutonium Coins 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 a large, well-organized, highly specialized black market in Arms Manufacturing and Furniture Restoration. 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 13,394 Plutonium Coins, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Petitioners are increasingly resorting to climbing through Master Zugal's window to draw attention to their issues, hidden bedroom-cams are installed to catch mothers doing their kids' homework, the military has forsaken terrestrial warfare, and programmes of questionable content are shown at peak-hours. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force. Mocte's national animal is the Cthulhu, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Temple Of Zugal.

Mocte is ranked 265,313^th in the world and 1^st in Mocte for Lowest Overall Tax Burden, scoring -39.67 on the Hayek Index.