In the future, the duchy have devolved. The court of ministers are a shadow council, they involve themselves directly when necessary. Otherwise, the duchy comprise a horde of mindless bimbos and beefcakes, eagerly springing up out of the ground somehow to make themselves at home and drag others down into the underground, where strange radioactive materials transform people to be just like them. Once completely succumbed to hedonsitic mindlessness, the ministers affix the mark of the star upon them. This cybernetic tattoo implant gives them instructions they follow mindlessly and subconsciously, all the while believing they’re just ‘doing what comes naturally’.