warmedwolf

The gentle afternoon air was blowing as the last rays of the sun were bathing the advanced city of Planeptune in their gracious light. The people hurried back and forth, returning from work, having a date or just otherwise just having fun. All of them hurried past the Basilicom, a robust, well guarded building where usually the CPUs decided to hold a conference and various meetings. As it was agreed that this seat of judgment should rotate on a monthly basis it just happened to be the seat of power which housed all four of the leaders from various realms, discussing the most important problems their nations had to deal with. As the late afte