Max-Outback: New Earth!

A summertime post-apocalypse diagram inspired by the 'uncanny' Mad Max series/franchise, which I hope you like, 

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Earth had seen the Apocalypse which was worse than any alien-invasion recounted in sci-fi media such as Invasion: Planet Earth!

Enter mad Max, an Old Earth Chicago homicide-detective and part-time chemist and now New Earth self-appointed 'road warrior' vigilante on the barren wastelands of Australia functioning settlement-rescues from new age bandit-clans from Hell who most likely despised civilization flowers such as Facebook-IQ!

MAD-MAX: I drive this rather nice/beefed Ford car which has a nitro-speeder enabling me to chase bike-demons with axes.

Fortune favors the bold, and our good-hero of Aussie-hellmouths, mad-Max, likes to pick up the fortunes of old-Earth frills like Boardwalk-Fries cups to soothe the beast and energize him for what's really important now --- riding on Earth as a guzzling angel of science.

He picked up a hitcher, a 20-something beauty-black lady (name: unknown) whom Max decided was worthy of a summertime Outback 'affair' and who taught him the meaning of mercenary-romanticism despite his jadedness upon witnessing the macabre and wastefulness of a New Earth marked by human/social distances (or bad-adrenaline!).

MAD-MAX: I'll remember Roxy (that's the alias I gave my black-beauty) now that she's gone; when I stumbled on a plane-relic.

HELLRAISERS: Australia's Outback belongs to the organized evil; we're real 'angels' here; our 'agenda' --- alienate Mad-Max!

MAX: Your name's Roxy?
ROXY: You know another who reminds you of my pale-skin, right.

MAX: No, I knew a black-lady I 'named' Roxy (is all).

ROXY: You've got good pitch, Mad-Max; fallin' for ya...but are you a heroist?
MAX: I'm a former-Earth cop; I used to read Jack and the Beanstalk (yeah!).

KEN: I used to be a model, in the City of Angels.
MAX: What brought you Outback, Kenny?
KEN: I wanted to be a hero-sidekick, Mad-Max.

MAX: Cool, Kenny!

HELLRAISERS: How'd Mad-Max destroy truck-liners escorted by my bike-angels (now that I'm 'officially' an exile from Hell)?

Mad Max achieved a miracle on New Earth and in process saved Roxy, with the aid of his newfound buddy Kenny. He decided to stay in Australia to contemplate the power-pyramid 'inheritance' from his 'celebrity' as a salvation-angel who destroyed the Hellraisers. Would New Earth reward him with what he really needed (arguably) --- a wife?

DIARY-ENTRY: With the Hellraisers destroyed, and alien-invasion from Mars of no ticking-concern, I listen to Stevie Wonder.

HELLRAISERS: We park 'carriage' in the far-side and remain (eternal) as Earth-exiles; however, no one forgets/transcends.

ROXY: What're you up to these days, 'mad' Max (of Sydney)?
MAX: I'm a linguist and sheriff of a small settlement town called Dartmouth with our own 'make-shift' Facebook-IQ!

ROXY: Wow...sounds like 'old-Earth' for me.

“We all love after-the-bomb stories. If we didn't, why would there be so many of them? There's something attractive about all those people being gone, about wandering in a depopulated world, scrounging cans of Campbell's pork and beans, defending one's family from marauders. But some secret part of us thinks it would be good to survive. All those other folks will die. That's what after-the-bomb stories are all about.” John Varley

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)