The Corporatist Republic of Ethagon is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Presidnt Thall with an even hand, and renowned for its rum-swilling pirates, barren, inhospitable landscape, and pith helmet sales. The hard-nosed, hard-working, democratic, devout population of 10.589 billion Ethagonians enjoy some of the most opulent lifestyles in the region, unless they are unemployed or working-class, in which case they are variously starving to death or crippled by easily preventable diseases.

The minute, corrupt, pro-business government, or what there is of one, juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Sarthi'v. Income tax is unheard of.

The frighteningly efficient Ethagonian economy, worth a remarkable 2,887 trillion dolmats 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 Retail, Arms Manufacturing, and Soda Sales. Average income is an amazing 272,662 dolmats, but there is a large disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,243,714 per year while the poor average 36,475, a ratio of 34.1 to 1.

Shady doctors seem to have impeccable records, deli patrons examine their roast beef for undetonated explosives, the government is dead set on letting people rest in peace, and town nameplates frequently raise giggles from passing tourists. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, with the police force struggling against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Ethagon's national animal is the Dog, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Ethagon is ranked 290,302^nd in the world and 2^nd in Fersingaw for Safest, scoring 3.51 on the Bubble-Rapp Safety Rating.