Rockatansky: Bloom

A Story by Abishai100

Can a post-apocalypse environment stir the likes of a pre-disasters Earth policeman to don the mantle of roadways doctor for heaven?

A nod to the universally-linguistically appealing apocalypse-avatar, Max Rockatansky, with no explicit ties to any specific storyline from the mind-blowing media franchise.

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Max Rockatansky was reborn as Mr. Amlan Satan following World War III and didn't really miss his normal pre-Apocalypse days as a normal overground road-policeman in the challenged Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets; he honestly liked this new Canadian roadways barren road-warrior life as a self-made vigilante with an amped classic-car (nitro) and raggedy get-up and guns filled with acid for Selfie-age memoirs of Halloween dodecahedrons.

However, despite his valor and outright interest in securing sparse and survivor-composed villages and settlements, in a post-Apocalypse (nuclear holocaust) Earth of incomplete-bureaucracy nets, from a legion of hellraisers who declared itself the 'master-class' presiding over random bandits/vandals seeking harassment and submission for goods and gasoline and actually paid criminally-insane minded evil ones to snatch treasures. This legion called itself Dartmouth, and it despised the purple-aura cool-auto of Rockatansky ('Mr. Amlan Satan') which was named Princeton.

DARTMOUTH: Find the rocker, his damned Dartmouth, recruit the vandals, rescue our twin-brother compatriot of Princeton, Amlan's (secret!) twin-brother who was betrayed by Rockatansky after being offered the lucky-chance to join our evil New Earth band; and perchance he'll become the grave stone of our Old Earth Selfie aura image of traffic/citizenry capitalism.

ESMERELDA: Thanx for protecting our damned village in Old Quebec, Amlan.

ROCKATANSKY: No sweat, dear-governess of this New Earth settlement (ha).

ESMERELDA: You don't fear the Dartmouth, Amlan?

ROCKATANSKY: I know they'll send the vandals by a painted Old Earth bus.

ESMERELDA: You'll give chase in your Princeton with your acid-gun.

ROCKATANSKY: The key to Dartmouth is prompting roadways-dare vanities.

ESMERELDA: The Game.

ROCKATANSKY: There's Love-Connection too, no?

ESMERELDA: Thanx (Selfie-like).

Did Mr. Amlan Satan triumph in the defense of Esmerelda's New Earth survivor-settlement? Would Rockatansky in his purple-aura auto-focus (Princeton) challenge the raceways-pace of the likes of the mad-vandals 'employed' by the evil Dartmouth? In this round, Max won. However, he parted-ways with a lady-heroine whom he thought to marry. That was the New Earth, proportioned for 'wire' dodecahedrons.