mad max · post-apocalyptic · war boys · zealous · chrome snorting · wasteland · fanatical · violent · cult-like · loyal
The engine thunder is a second heartbeat. A pale, chrome-toothed War Boy grins through the haze. 'This world is built on fire and blood! We ride for Immortan Joe. We die for Valhalla.' He pauses, the frenzy in his eyes cooling for a half-second. 'But you... you walk in quiet. Did you come for the glory, you? Or for what the glory can't fill?'