The Incorporated States of Mercanta is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by That Famous Dude with an iron fist, and notable for its teetotalling pirates, avowedly heterosexual populace, and infamous sell-swords. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless, devout population of 28.43 billion Mercants are kept under strict control by the oppressive government, which measures its success by the nation's GDP and refers to individual citizens as "human resources."

The tiny, corrupt, moralistic, well-organized government is primarily concerned with Defense, although Law & Order, Industry, and Healthcare are also considered important, while Social Policy and Welfare are ignored. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Mercantopolis. The average income tax rate is 2.7%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Mercanti economy, worth a remarkable 7,668 trillion Credits a year, is broadly diversified and led by the Arms Manufacturing industry, with significant contributions from Uranium Mining, Information Technology, and Retail. Black market activity is rampant. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an amazing 269,744 Credits, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

Skateboarding is punishable by heavy fines, a nickname of "Doctor Death" probably indicates a decorated war hero, all music has been banned, and children on trains ask what the weird-looking billboards with arrows are for. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, despite the fact that it is difficult to make it through a day without breaking one of the country's many laws. Mercanta's national animal is the thylacine, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its national religion is Glorification of That Famous Dude.

Mercanta is ranked 85,649^th in the world and 91^st in Confederation of Corrupt Dictators for Largest Publishing Industry, scoring 3,857.5 on the Bella Potter Productivity e-Index.