All right, imagine your career in Hollywood is just launching when you make a film with a huge heartthrob.

A mutual flirtation turns into a night of unwanted sex leading to a baby.

And you have to hide the pregnancy and the child's origin for decades.

I'm Patty Steele.

Loretta Young, huge mid-century movie star, date raped by another superstar.

That's next on the backstory.

Is your country falling apart?

Feeling tired, depressed, a little bit revolutionary?

Consider this.

Start your own country.

I planted the flag.

I just kind of looked out of like, this is mine.

I own this. It's surprisingly easy. There's kind of looked out of like, this is mine. I own this.

It's surprisingly easy.

There's 55 gallons of water for 500 pounds of concrete.

Everybody's doing it.

I am King Ernest Immanuel.

I am the Queen of Ladonia.

I'm Jackson I first, King of Caperberg.

I am the Supreme Leader of the Grand Republic of Montonia.

Be part of a great colonial tradition. Well, why can't I try my country? My forefathers did that themselves.

What could go wrong?

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