American Max

A Story by Abishai100

A post-apocalypse Earth 'wills' the hero-IQ of a road-warrior for a damsel/child rescue 'program' for defiance in roadway(s) branches.

An epic fanfiction of Mad Max. Happy '24,

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This was the world of Amlan Satan, who'd been given the auto-acer post-apocalypse Earth alias Mad-Max, after working as a blood-diamond operationalist in pre-WWIII Earth of 'fare-rich' distances to incomplete sanity, now a masked speed-demon armed with a toy water-rifle inserted with a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston to (regularly) fill with HCL, to shoot the adversarial road-demon vehicles of his Nemesis, in the tires, to deflate their evil-tracks for a 'cooler' memory of pre-apocalypse social-media culture festivity for peace/friendship (e.g., New Orleans Mardi-Gras bread).

NEMESIS: We'd destroyer-chess move for library-microfiche democracy-record.

MINION: We'll be challenged by this pre-apocalypse Earth-cop/driver ('Max').

NEMESIS: I know his (real) name (Mr. Amlan Satan); he's no English-angel!

MINION: We shall lure him with a hostage-adventure and then mouse-trap.

NEMESIS: Fail me not for microfiche inventions in our New Earth reign, ghoul.

MINION: We've all the road-devil trap(s) for quarantining Mad Max language(s).

NEMESIS: I hope that's true, for the sake of our domain-controls for Hell.

MINION: You'd rely on me, Nemesis (for bureaucracy-readings).

NEMESIS: Excellence, then, for 'creeper' advantages in capitalism-mutations.

MINION: Thanx, Nemesis.

Who was this Nemesis, really? Well, he surely employed road-demon vehicles to lure our protagonist post-apocalypse New Earth hero-vigilante (Mad-Max, Mr. Amlan Satan) with an armada of Western/American dusty-roads self-assembled hellmouth-vehicles for assault and fury, to a desolate settlement, where good-Max would (undoubtedly) find hostage-consciousness for rescue, which Nemesis (our evil antagonist) considered the rabbit-maze 'game' fruits for this chase-chess in Earth-leviathan(s).

ESMERELDA: You find us in our settlement-frailty stance for rescue, Mad-Max.

AMLAN SATAN: They call me this 'Mad-Max' for vigilante-hatred, darling lady!

ESMERELDA: I've only my baby-child for damsel-consciousness in this Earth.

AMLAN SATAN ('Mad Max'): Never fear the winds of destroyers for human-arts.

ESMERELDA: We're to hop-onto your road-spiced auto for escapist-religion?

MAD MAX: Without doubt(s), lady-hawk; your child and you are safe forever.

ESMERELDA: Do you not fear Nemesis (for even superstition)?

MAD MAX: You can 'mark' me as an American deity-defender for children.

ESMERELDA: I'm your Aphrodite for this road-games?

MAD MAX: Without chemicals.

Armed with a rifle for acid-shoot, Mad Max (Mr. Amlan Satan) took onto his road-warrior auto his damsel from the discovered village (Esmerelda) and her baby-child kid, and took the lured-challenge created by Nemesis and his demons in the West (America) for shooting the tires of the enemies to derail the trackers while escorting the hostages to a safe-space in sunny Florida (for a bureaucracy-destroyed haven!).

NEMESIS: This bad-angel of rescue, this Satan/Max, eyes a child-refugee IQ.

MINION: I suppose we're to track and hellraise your agenda for victory?

NEMESIS: You've guessed the right-tone(s) of my evil brain, minion (thanx).

MINION: We're surely confident the hostage-lure will yield oblivion, Nemesis.

NEMESIS: Fail me, and this Max/Satan becomes martyr; I'll bloody-murder you.

MIINION: We mustn't fail, Nemesis-lord; this is photo-synthesis for laughters.

NEMESIS: I hear this 'Mad-Max' is a target-master with acid-guns (tires).

MINION: He shan't rescue this Esmerelda and her child for celebrity-status.

NEMESIS: Good for you, minion; this is a New Earth art for only Romanticism.

MINION: Thanx for this chance-bond (money!).

MAX (Amlan Satan): We'll lure Nemesis' road-demons to Chernobyl, hon.

ESMERELDA: With me and my baby-child on-board as hostage-bait, Max?

MAX: Once-inside, we'll use acid-fire to melt away the minion-agenda!

ESMERELDA: Ha, seems a media-language for old-Earth media/gossip, Max!

MAX: Perchance I'll don my old-Earth name once-more (Mr. Amlan Satan), hon.

ESMERELDA: That's a great-book chess-image for social-media memories, Max.

MAX: Perchance you'll begin to call me Amlan/Satan, for my own light.

ESMERELDA: I (too) loved history (old-Earth), Max/Satan.

MAX: Good (bureaucracy-bread).

Nemesis' minions tracked Mad-Max (Mr. Amlan Satan) to Chernobyl in his auto ('borrowed') in Europe after he triumphantly trekked there with Esmerelda and her baby-child after escaping his road-demons from America and hoped to trap the hero-vigilante of New Earth but failed when the hero-driver created a certain magical death-trap inside the iconic chemical-plant and sent Nemesis (the Devil himself arguably) a message of incomplete-distances to Blue-Planet restorations --- one of simplified sovereignty (wow).

NEMESIS: That 'rascal' sent me a photo-digital of his hero-road(s) auto, minion.

MINION: Seems we've a new 'target' for pre-apocalypse vanities, Nemesis!

NEMESIS: We've to report on a once-escape of Max/Satan; don't fail (again).

MINION: I fear the worst if we road-demons of your 'legion' fail (again), Lord.

NEMESIS: Let's hope you're humbled, then, minion; for I'm fury-filled forever!

MINION: Mad Max won't erode our sense(s) of chemical-roadways Hell, Lord.

NEMESIS: Good (bureaucracy-chess fan collection!).

Now, our protagonist vigilante-roadway(s) 'cop' (Mr. Amlan Satan) managed triumphantly to whisk-away his two darling settlement-refugees, Esmerelda and her baby-child, from the evil claws of the post-apocalypse Earth 'Nemesis' and then mailed him one of his two treasures from old-Earth vanities/sanity, a signed copy of a Super Bowl festivities 'trophy' image --- a Thanksgiving-football culture football diadem (QB-card!), with the inscription, "I gift you this signed-memoir and keep my original (unsigned) version for personal sovereignty in the New Earth declaration that we'll find the human-resistance 'claim' for sportsmanship-distances to your bloody-murder reign, Nemesis, and your minions won't find the umbrella-happiness for your agenda, since I'm the new road-prophet for old-capitalism/media drive (for any bureaucracy-batter)."