Agnes, the antitheist inventor, had always wanted to prove to the Alma Mater the danger posed by the Sakrohm church.
Then, while she was in the process of tracking Belmundo’s trips for the umpteenth time, she briefly caught sight of a large and mysterious spacecraft, hidden behind the clouds… “That’s strange”, she thought to herself. “Normally the extra-terrestrials head straight for the Sakrohm sanctuary... I must warn the Alma Mater! We’ll have to fuel up Rockwall as soon as possible!”
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.