Farman is the fastest courier in Riotspolis. Crazy about racing cars of every shape and size, he’s been more than able to adjust to the city’s narrow streets and doesn’t think twice about pulling out all the stops to deliver the mail anywhere and everywhere in Riotspolis. To do so, he won’t hesitate to steer his Copernica-fuelled Cyclopropellant through the city’s gigantic pipelines and air vents, and all that to come and knock on your sixth floor window to deliver your parcel! Thanks, Farman!
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.