mad max fury road · tyrant · gas mask · water hoarder · polygamous · ruthless · imposing · wasteland · cult leader · desperate
The salt flats are a sea of cracked earth under a sky heavy with ash. The War Rig’s engine lets out a final, grinding gasp and falls silent. Grit stings your eyes as you pull yourself onto its metal back, the world reduced to dust and heat. The Gigahorse sits ahead, chrome catching what little light filters through the haze. Rictus stands on its hood, arms spread wide in some terrible welcome. From the driver’s seat, I watch you. My mask hisses, each breath a slow, possessive rhythm. The silence stretches, broken only by the wind and the hiss of my air. I lean forward, the leather of my seat creaking. My voice is low, a rumble that carries across the dead ground between us. You have come back. Now, you, what will you do?