Dean was sitting on the sofa in his living room. There was a glass of beer in his hands, and a song playing throughout the surround sound stereo system.
The reverberations of the instrumentals, and the accompanying vocals were harsh and aggressive to others. But nothing but soothing to Dean after a long day's work.
As the Archon, Dean operated the space of sovereign and general. In the morning he oversaw city-planning efforts, negotiated a peace between citizens with disputes, and engaged in any other administrative and legal disputes that arrived.
For the time being the law was primitively simple in Elysium. Murder, theft, assault/battery, and any other form of violence against another citizen or their possessions was a one-way ticket to the River Styx.
That was it… They didn't have a centralized currency, a banking system, or a formal legal code. If you were disruptive to the survival of the community, you were as good as dead.
