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MECHANIC The last of the V8 Interceptors! A piece of history! |
NARRATOR My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos. Ruined dreams. This wasted land. But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior. The man we called 'Max'. To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time. When the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. The cities exploded. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max. The warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything. And became a shell of a man, a burnt out, desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again. PAPPAGALLO What is it with you? What are you looking for? Come on Max, everyone's looking for something! You happy out there, are you? Eh? Wandering? One day blurring into another? You're a scavenger, Max. You're a maggot. You know that? You're living off the corpse of the old world. Tell me your story Max, come on. Tell me your story. What burns you out, huh? Killed one man too many? Seen too many people die? Lose some family? Ah so that's it. You lost some family. Make you something special does it? Eh? Listen to me! ...Do you think you're the only one that's suffered? We've all been through it in here. But we haven't given up. We're still human beings. With dignity. But you...You're out there with the garbage. You're nothing. NARRATOR And so began the journey north, to safety, to our place in the sun. Among us, we found a new leader: the man who came from the sky, the Gyro Captain. And just as Pappagallo had planned, we traveled far beyond the reach of men on machines. The juice, the precious juice, was hidden in the vehicles. As for me, I grew to manhood. In the fullness of time, I became the leader, the chief of the Great Northern Tribe. And the Road Warrior? That was the last we ever saw of him. He lives now only in my memories. |
| [WAV] 132KB |
THE TOADIE Greetings from the Humungus. The Lord Humungus. The warrior of the wasteland. The ayatollah of rockin' rollah! |
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THE HUMUNGUS I am gravely disappointed. Again, you have made me unleash my dogs of war. |
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THE HUMUNGUS I understand your pain. We all lost someone we love. But we do it my way! |
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THE HUMUNGUS There has been too much violence, too much pain [...] Just walk away and there will be an end to the horror. |
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MAX You wanna get outta here? You talk to me. |
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THE GYRO CAPTAIN It's *my* snake. *I* trained it. *I'm* going to eat it! |
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WEZ You! You can run, but you can't hide! |
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MAX I'm the best chance you've got. |
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