Mad Max: Road to salvation

Episode 1: Soul of a man

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"This tale I tell you is of a man who rose from what remains of his world. Morality, justice, mercy, in that dying world they didn't exist anymore. Hope was dead and glory was lost, consumed by everything that surrounds him. In previous times, the people were taught it took a hero to change things. They never got a hero, they got him, a man called Max. Now the road warrior shall once again be set on a path of change and violence. I pity those who dare to cross his furious path…" a wise mystic said as he disappeared in a plume of dust.

The scene opens to a vast wind-tossed wasteland of rock and sand that stretched as far as the eye could see. On a hill overlooking the expanse of nothingness, was a man clad in a suit of tough black leather gear with armored plates attached and a metal brace on his left leg. Behind this man was his prized possession, his car. Though his first had been said to be the last V8, there were others out there including his newest vehicle. By what would appear as divine intervention, Max had discovered one last abandoned MFP garage buried in the dunes and found another version of his beloved interceptor waiting to be set free. Three times he'd lost his car, the one time it was successfully retrieved, it perished a short time after in his latest endeavor. The man sat there staring at the vast emptiness as if he was waiting for a sign or perhaps even an end to his madness. He wondered who was crazier, him or everyone else?

He had a chance to put down roots with Furiosa and the others at the citadel but he chose to wander as he always had. Max could hear the voices clawing at the back of his mind again. Glory haunted him once more, his failure to protect her and her mother Hope from Scrotus ate away at him. Max had avenged them, but it had cost him the magnum opus and his loyal companion chum-bucket. Max regretted it but there was no use in self-pity. In this world of madness, only the strong, ruthless, or deranged can survive. There were those he respected like the old pirate gut-gash, even Jeet held some weight in his mind. Pink-eye had also made her impression on him, she refused to stand back and let her children die at the hands of Scrotus and his lapdog Stank-gum.

Max was the tool of their vengeance against the warlord and his war-boy horde. Furiosa and the others from the war-rig were safe at least, that brought him some semblance of comfort. The world had three less tyrants with the demise of Immortan Joe and his sons. Max sighed to himself, for a moment he had close to remembering what peace felt like. The dog he was now traveling with howled for him to return to the car. Max was pleased to have the company of one of the world's few remaining canines once more. The dog that once served Scrotus and had been left for dead proved a truly loyal ally to Max. As he walked back to the car he briefly thought of Griffa the mystic, it had been some time since Max had seen him. It didn't matter now anymore, nothing was standing between him and the plains of silence.

Max primed the engine of his newest interceptor and Dinki-di sat at his side. Max stomped on the gas and sped off down the dirt road towards the horizon. Max saw some roadkill moving in to try and take him down, business as usual. He t-boned one buggy and used his shotgun to nail the driver. A buggy was trying to blindside him with a t-bone. Max braked hard and drifted out of the way, he managed to pull a 180 and shot the driver in the face. Max reloaded his trusty double barrel shotgun and used the nitrous to leave his opponents in the dust.

The remaining roadkill tried to keep up, but the interceptor lived up to its name and Max evaded the Roadkill attackers. He fired another shell into an exposed fuel tank, killing the slower roadkill truck. A roadkill muscle car caught up using its own nitrous and tried to rear end Max. He swerved to the side, slowed down and slammed into the side of the Roadkill heavy vehicle. The driver jumped onto the Interceptor's hood and Max fired one more shotgun shell, thus ending his brief tussle with the roadkill pests. A massive storm began to brew on the horizon and the crack of thunder boomed from its direction. Max could not turn back at this point, on the other side of this storm was the fabled plains of silence. The place where Max believed he could finally find solace.

The storm sent raging bolts of lightning at the nimble interceptor on the ground. Max paid it no mind and drove on, powering through what seemed like god's wrath. He had come too far for this end in failure, no. the plains of silence were before him now, no one would stop the road warrior on his quest to finally ease his own suffering. He had braved storms such as his one with chum bucket at his side during his time in wastes surrounding gas-town. Max kicked on the nitrous as if in defiance of the twisted force of nature that tried to overpower his vehicle. Max pulled a bandanna and goggle over his face to shield himself from the sandstorm. The interceptor's big chief V8 roared proudly as it drove through the hellish storm that churned the desert sands. Max focused on the road ahead kept the pedal to the floor, not even flinching as the bolts of lightning struck again and nearly hit the car. An old ramp lay ahead, it was what remained of a big rig trailer. Max hit the jump and blasted the nitro taking to air.

He touched down on all four wheels and found the remains of a freeway bridge. Max took to the black top and tore up the pavement as the interceptor was back on solid pavement. He drifted into a tight corner knocking some old sheet metal out of the way in the process. The storm then threw an old car body at Max and swerved out of the way and started to fishtail from the jerky movements. Another car body came at him and slammed into the interceptor, knocking it off of the road way. A large ramp appeared at the bottom and Max landed on it and was seemingly spared a harsh fate. But it seemed that fate was not without irony as a storm column appeared in front of max's interceptor. The road warrior sped into it without a second thought, challenging fate to what may be his last dance with death.

Just he was about to be torn apart by the maelstrom a large bolt of lightning struck the car and it was pulled into the center of tornado rather being destroyed by it. Max and his dog were being tossed around in the car like ragdolls. They held on for dear life and were catching glimpses of various other objects that had been swallowed up by the storm. The interceptor's engine roared again like a caged beast. Max gritted his teeth and held on to the dog and the roof. Then a short bright glimpse of light appeared and he shot through it into the what he believed to be freedom and his final step to peace. The vehicle landed on all four wheels without suffering any serious damage. Max opened his eyes and pulled himself up to the steering wheel.

-CLIFFHANGER-