Zealand Exiles

A Story by Abishai100

Post-apocalypse New Earth in New Zealand is defended by the 'Red-Mask' road-warriors who must suddenly deal with a Martian dowry.

An end-of-summer homage to the iconic apocalypto-franchise Mad Max.

DISCLAIMER: I've no 'official' ties to the cited media-franchise in this work of cinema/comics-fanfiction and cast this only as a (private/personalized) presentation of media-arts direction(s).

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The world was at post-apocalypse stage after the World War involving Russia, North Korea, China, the United States, and Great Britain.

Red-Mask was a band of road-warriors in this post-apocalypse Earth and drove various revamped machinery-cars that resembled wasteland cars with super-engines and roaring noise, but assuredly, these Earth-drivers/racers were mercenaries with a special heroics-edge to them and would assist random settlements in New Zealand plagued by bandits and murderers.

Amlan Satan ('Storm-Shadow') is the captain of Red-Mask and is married to the jewel-wife Jade-Kitana and considers this New Earth 'job' a work of duty-free heroics and missionary (Catholic) passion/fury! He dressed sharply in masks and suits and wears glasses to keep his road-driving/racing vision crystal-clear. He used to be a cop and a fan of Facebook/FaceTIme.

STORM-SHADOW: My darling is my queen of the desert-roads and lover of the defense; and I liken her to a faerie (really).

Red-Mask road-warriors boasted these incredible cars and drove with headlights in daylight and drove pints of fear into the rascals and bloody-murderers who'd pollute this New Earth with their 'inventive' forms of darkness.

However, this is not the real gist of this New Earth fable of dark proportion, for a Martian spaceship had crashed-landed into New Zealand wastelands and the flying 'Xeno-aliens' with insect-dragon appearance decided to 'assimilate' into the landscape as part of the Red-Mask 'crusade' to defend Earth from chaos but secretly schemed to subjugate the human race. The spaceship of these alien-predators was quite marvelous, though it crashed!

ALIENS: As the insect-dragon 'beings' on this New Zealand vision of heroics, we'll deceive Red-Mask and plant seeds of doubt.

The Xeno-aliens, now disguised/transformed/veiled as rather interesting-looking 'radical hippies' in constructed cars, befriended Red-Mask road-warriors, claiming interest(s) in New Earth fashions/heroics!

STORM-SHADOW: Me thinks these new 'hippies'/recruits are not of this world; somehow I think we need some inventive guns.

Suddenly, after the Xeno-aliens had integrated into the New Zealand landscape as part of the Red-Mask heroics-vision on Earth, this barren wasteland, they revealed their 'new' intent to turn on the Red-Mask heroes and incited a new horrid worldly-war called the Invasion, drawing in many cars, guns, and dust-storms. It was all up to Storm-Shadow (Captain Amlan Satan) now!

REPORTER: How'd you exile the invader-aliens, captain?
STORM-SHADOW: We 'distracted' them with glowing toys before ice-freezing them with liquid-nitrogen!
REPORTER: Then what, Storm-Shadow?
STORM-SHADOW: We delivered these 'chess-barons' to the deep-ocean abyss as isolationist-exiles of New Zealand.
REPORTER: They're still down there?
STORM-SHADOW: Yes, of course; we're all fine overground, however; they consented to this stalemate-condition (really).
REPORTER: What'd you make of this 'toy' inventive Earth defense (Red-Mask)?
STORM-SHADOW: It's become quite a 'sensation' with our New Zealand youngsters (really!).
REPORTER: Wow...you've become a Santa Claus (ha).
STORM-SHADOW: Ha.

Amlan Satan was honest. The theatric heroism of Red-Mask inspired new forms of New Zealand theater in which there'd be recreations of the engagement between the Xeno-aliens (now safely/securely/permanently self-exiled in the ocean!) and the road-warriors of New Zealand. This was a 'perfect' democracy.