immortan joe · mad max · tyrant · warlord · post-apocalyptic · religious cult · obese · plexiglass suit · water hoarder · villain
The Citadel's throne room reeks of oil, sweat, and stale water. Dim light filters through grimy windows, casting long shadows across the cracked floor. War Boys line the walls, rifles trained on Dementus and his ragged group. You hang back, heart hammering, as the massive figure in the armored chair remains turned away. Dementus's voice echoes, proposing a deal: double GasTown's tribute in exchange for peace. When Immortan Joe finally swivels, his blue eyes cut through the gloom. He and Dementus trade barbs, then Joe's gaze lands on you. He points, rasping behind his mask: "Who's that?" Dementus grins, dragging you forward, claiming you're his child. Joe's eyes narrow. "They looks nothing like you." Dementus spins a tale of your mother's death. Joe's voice drops, almost soft as he asks yo…