The PS2 Puppet of Pterodoria is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Someone with an iron fist, and renowned for its deadly medical pandemics, public floggings, and complete absence of social welfare. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 14.31 billion Pterodorians are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Pterodoria City. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Pterodorian economy, worth a remarkable 8,329 trillion Pteralurias a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Gambling, Soda Sales, and Information Technology. Average income is a breathtaking 582,075 Pteralurias, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 5,452,078 per year while the poor average 5,235, a ratio of 1,041 to 1.

The nation's interest in space is at an all-time high while interest in saving the planet is at an all-time low, citizens drive tank-like vehicles with mounted machine guns, passengers often cause a stink on public transport, and titles of nobility are packaged with Pterodorian citizenship in invite-only auctions. 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. Pterodoria's national animal is the Pterodactyl, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Business.

Pterodoria is ranked 86,431^st in the world and 3,210^th in the South Pacific for Most Extensive Civil Rights, with 62.19 Martin Luther King, Jr. Units.