The Republic of Rocketfuel9 is a colossal, efficient nation, renowned for its infamous sell-swords, avowedly heterosexual populace, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical, devout population of 4.689 billion Rocketfuel9ians 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, well-organized government prioritizes Defense, although Law & Order, Administration, and Healthcare are also considered important, while International Aid isn't funded at all. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 50.7%.

The very strong Rocketfuel9ian economy, worth 429 trillion rocketfuels 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 slick, highly efficient, broadly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Information Technology, Furniture Restoration, and Cheese Exports. 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 91,683 rocketfuels, but there is a significant disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 327,417 per year while the poor average 18,448, a ratio of 17.7 to 1.

The upper class have been throwing riots after hunting was recently banned, a serf by any other name works just as hard, lifeguards are more concerned with watching for sharks than struggling swimmers, and universities now offer degrees in cycling etiquette. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Rocketfuel9's national animal is the rocketfuel, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Rocketfuel9 is ranked 74,144^th in the world and 1^st in Les Rouge Mann for Most Cultured, scoring 68 on the Snufflebottom-Wiggendum Pentatonic Scale.