Although most of the eminent members of the Riots clan are elderly scientists, in Riotspolis there is only ONE character who could truly qualify as a veteran. Old Grouchy boasts of being the greatest living general from the last Great War (which is true as all the others are now dead). Having been mistakenly taken to Riotspolis, once the door was closed, it was difficult to expel him. So the patriarch awarded him the title of history professor letting him waffl... tell the younger generation how he heroically lost his arm in the battle of Poldachie at the hand of a certain Archibald.
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.