The Federation of Old Atlantica is a gargantuan, genial nation, ruled by Alpacapatrol with an even hand, and notable for its unlimited-speed roads, restrictive gun laws, and stringent health and safety legislation. The compassionate, cheerful population of 19.678 billion Atlanticans are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Administration, Education, and Industry. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Alpacaville. The income tax rate is 100%.

The frighteningly efficient Atlantican economy, worth an astonishing 12,825 trillion Rainsticks 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 an enormous, deeply entrenched black market in Information Technology, Tourism, and Book Publishing. 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 a breathtaking 651,780 Rainsticks, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Retirement homes are often fitted with luxurious suites, the nation's youth would rather watch paint dry than the news, ersatz chicken has left the nation's citizens with a bad taste in their mouths, and glittering new sports stadiums adorn every city and town. Crime is totally unknown. Old Atlantica's national animal is the Alpaca, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Lokorism.

Old Atlantica is ranked 4,980^th in the world and 74^th in 10000 Islands for Lowest Crime Rates, with 116.83 law-abiding acts per hour.