The ancient cavities surrounding Riotspolis are the scene of much drilling and clearing, which over the years has allowed the city to grow and expand. Amongst their highly skilled citizens, Molder is a case on his own. This mountain of muscles has single-handedly created a Copernica-fuelled spade, which only he can handle without risking an implosion and the creation of a black hole.
It was during recent work on the new Clint City subway line that the underground shelter, housing Riotspolis, was drilled apart. This Utopian city, dreamt up by wise men at the turn of the century, could now wave goodbye to its tranquility and isolation. Unsurprisingly upset by this turn of events, the Riotsville Council, led by the Patriarch Pericles, decided that the time had come for them to at last emerge from their isolation and impose their “wise rulings” on this barbaric bunch of hoodlums inhabiting the surface.