The Holy Hell of Ebatica is a gargantuan, socially progressive nation, ruled by everybody with a fair hand, and remarkable for its deadly medical pandemics, smutty television, and rampant corporate plagiarism. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, cheerful, devout population of 23.929 billion Ebaticans 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 minute, liberal, pro-business, outspoken government, or what there is of one, is solely concerned with Education. The average income tax rate is 1.6%.

The frighteningly efficient Ebatican economy, worth a remarkable 3,341 trillion rocks a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is quite specialized and led by the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Retail, Information Technology, and Gambling. Average income is an impressive 139,638 rocks, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 3.1 times as much as the poorest.

Royalist is the most offensive slur in the Ebatican language, the best doughnut stores have been taken over by foreign police officers, the latest Harry Potter book is a bestseller, and the government is eagerly awaiting a multi-million rock payment from a deposed Smalltopian monarch. 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. Ebatica's national animal is the Ebatican death cow, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Happy Happyism.

Ebatica is ranked 155,140^th in the world and 7^th in Tiandi for Largest Cheese Export Sector, scoring 1,047.79 on the Mozzarella Productivity Index.