Furious Ego-Thruway(s) {English-Stalemate}

Narrated 'picture' of a post-apocalypse 'New-Earth' (Mad-Max fanfiction!) casting magic as a vestige of 'human' Ego!

A visual-collage 'homage' to the iconic Apocalypse-franchise Mad Max, which I hope you like (and Happy Holidays!), 

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I worked as an Ivy-grad cop-man in British Columbia before the great Fall of Earth. My name's Amlan Satan, and I became a post-apocalyptic road-warrior masked cop teaming with a woman named Furiosa, a once-nerdy librarian who, like me, liked social-media sanity/comforts on Old-Earth, which is now a memory but for us all.

FURIOSA: We're busy circulating underground cyber-games of apocalypse-vigilance terrain for youth-recruitment (new chess).

The cars we use in this survival 'Crusade' on New-Earth simply look like what you've probably guessed --- utilitarian silver shells of fire and nitro on wheels fueled by the greatest post-apocalyptic resource known, petrol. Forget the Gulf War, folks, for this new environment is gas-driven for ambition's furious sanity and survival. Citgo would've been proud, maybe even British Petroleum for this 'brand' of photo-journal survey (ha).

FURIOSA: Let's get married somewhere between Vegas and Oregon, while chasing the Evils on the road, Satan (Amlan).

AMLAN: As long as my car's working, I'll go anywhere for good gas/drink with you, my Furiosa (hmm).

Furiosa had been a very beautiful Penn-State librarian before the Fall of Earth, and now the remnants of nuclear-chemical global war between the West and China-Korea-Iran but create a storyboard for the 'human' memory of what was lost --- beauty.

FURIOSA: I remember when I looked like a photographer or something...now I remember it only; I'm a 'cop' now with Satan.

The Evils run the roads of Hell in New-Earth environments and toast as their 'candy' trophy two Old-Earth sports-commerce card 'treasure' magic print-items, cool 'Strike-Force' post-Eagles career Randall Cunningham Viking-QB late-career Super Bowl ambition symbolism beauties which they call the American Force Pair (AFP) but which they just use to justify all manner of anarchy/mayhem --- an original red-edition and a replica 'silver' edition. The AFP double-set is used to justify the Evils' vision of dark Neo-Capitalism (don't believe it).

EVILS: We're no monkeys with football/cards; we also boast a sci-fi Old-Earth media-themed chess-set for Neo_Capitalism IQ.

FURIOSA: The Evils are capitalism-impostors and boast nothing for profit-villages; we have the real tables for medicine now.

SATAN (Me): I agree...we fight/chase/race the Evils on the New-Earth road(s) for the splendors of Old-Earth culture/taste!

As we waged an unholy but holy-war against the Evils of anarchy on New-Earth roads, Furiosa/I considered our own recruited youth 'legion' of road-warrior 'cops' scavenging for inventive survival-chess against these crazies for real vestiges of capitalism-restoration if only to keep sacred that fading 'image' of petrol-charm(s). The vehicles of the Evils are, as you've guessed, Earth-insults to ambition's Freudian fear(s).

FURIOSA: We'll throw gas-bombs and acid-bottles at their tires while riding by them or slowing down to let them speed by!

SATAN: Excellence, my Furiosa lady; this is new social media, no?

FURIOSA: Penn library would've been proud, Amlan (yeah).

EVILS: We not need the legion of the road-cops of Furiosa; we've our own shaved-head clan of minions who praise new Art!

JOURNAL: We remember days in the Ivy-League, before merc-cop life on New-Earth; we met a Facebook-chess prince (IQ).

FURIOSA: The headmaster of the Evils has fallen, Satan; we celebrate now with a road-trip to a surviving flowers-field (ha).

SATAN: Alright.

AMERICAN PRESIDENT (New-Earth): For the 'matter' of laurels for the road-cops of New-Earth, we offer Xmas-toys/chess-$.

"The greatest vices of man, in any era, involve the targeting of false trophies at the expense of creative friendship" (Anonymous prophet, New-Earth).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)