Empress: Mad Max Think

A New Earth requires a road-warrior (cop/vigilante) named Max to create restorations-view for change-towns.

Mad Max fanfiction for this glorious Saturday AM. Thanks for reading! 

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Max Shah was a good cop. One of the few, in the American Homeland, in the post-9/11 21st-Century of incomplete-distances to the leviathan/uncertainty of exchanges linked globalism-securities for areas invaded/terrorized/subjugated like Ukraine (damn). This was premonition for the Great War, nuclear annihilation, yielding a New Earth, pitting Max, our 'antihero' of sorts, as a road-warrior vigilante, and no longer just a cop for social media chat(s). Follow along!

EMPRESS: Get me his head.

MINION: Well, we thinks this 'Mad-Max' road vigilante's sheltering the Survivors.

EMPRESS: He's gonna band together an Earthling Great Resistance...against me!

MINION: Empress, we know you're the supreme bad-lady of power securing, ha.

EMPRESS: Don't take this 'Mad-Max' lightly; I think he's got video-game humility!

MINION: Damn...Selfie-like, eh?

Sure, the Empress was a bad-lady, a real banshee of sorts. This cast our protagonist antihero Earthling 'prince' as the right stalemate-swordsman for her bad pirate legion of the New Earth; and maybe Empress was shrewd to think that Max Shah had the vigilante Facebook face to create the Great Resistance, of bands of holocaust-survivors into one solid human policy/stage for the citizenry-faces of simplified life...for the books!

EMPRESS: We destroy his mythic vehicle of sorts, minion.

MINION: That's a marvel.

EMPRESS: Destroy the prestige, and we unfurl the masked man's heroism-map.

MINION: That's a marvel too.

EMPRESS: I get this nasty sensation that 'Mad Max' is a cinema-fan, no?

MINION: That was a marvel, Empress (sure).

EMPRESS: Good...we'll let the Survivors know Planet Hollywood's way-gone, fool.

MINION: Marvelous (thanx).

Max Shah rallied a great settlement-city, in New England (old Boston-town as they called it pre-War!). He gathered his flock, inside a warehouse building with multi-level windows, where the good Survivors used the machinery/machine-guns he 'borrowed' from the treks of Earth, to create continuity-fire to defy the legion of darkness sent by the Empress to destroy the mystique of any potential 'Resistance' to pirate-exploitation brute-strength of the New Earth (damn). 'Mad Max' secretly hoped (as you guess!) that the Empress would be the only/final/true omen-curse of Earthlings, serving as a righteous prologue to a potential distant-but-possible future of restored Super Bowl TV-revenue change (for the books/fiction).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)