Magnet-Max*

A Story by Abishai100

Can a wily 'force' of post-apocalypse road-mercs led by a resourceful 'cop-warrior' (Max) rescue a 'drinking' Priest and his Catholic-orphan (Sive) from the reign of Jason?

Signing off with this awesome/fun fanfiction of Fury Road (Charlize Theron). Enjoy,

DISCLAIMER: I've no ties to the 'Mad Max' franchise and present this work of fanfiction as only a diorama of Earth-democracy (for the express/limited purpose(s) of dramatics-diction).

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The apocalypse came-and-went, and the surviving world-cities erected strange forms of survivalism-based metaphysics structures to 'recapture' an old world 'optimism' or rhetoric about natural beauty, as best it could (really).

The enduring forms of religion and magic were now in the form of surviving works-of-art, guarded by desperate priests of the cities and the children they chose/found to protect! This stained glass form of consciousness came with a dark cost, as a new 'super-villain' named Jason rose to prominence to lengthen the feelings of hopelessness, despite the efforts of the post-apocalypse survivors to 'celebrate' magic/religion.

PRIEST: We'll market using the 'remnants' of the cyber-highway fantastic 'avatar-faeries' symbolizing fluttering magic/hope!

The Priest (New England) cared for a young girl named Sive, a Catholic rescued from the 'ashes' of her school, but was targeted by the 'super-villain' in this New Earth named Jason. The Priest hoped to hide from Jason and keep Sive his darling Catholic girl with her at all times, but he feared for his life, his mortal soul. He started drinking.

JASON: Bring me the Priest and that 'abomination' Catholic little-girl he keeps with him as his 'lucky' charm; I shall reign.

PRIEST (Cyber-Post): I anonymously 'beseech' any organized 'clan' of mercenaries to rescue us from the prison(s) of Jason.

The folk who answered the anonymous prayer-post(s) of the Priest was led by the pirate-road warrior Magnet-Max, a scruffy masked gloved street-IQ bandit and Old Earth ex-cop who wore glasses but had 'laser-vision' in the dominion of road salvation(s). Magnet-Max hoped to rally his 'road-troops' (all mercenaries with spirit and old world baseball-fans!) to come to the rescue of the Priest/Sive and the destroying of the prison-house(s) erected by their declared nemesis (Jason).

MAGNET-MAX: Jason's road-soldiers have revamped engine-cars and rule with speed; we'll use slingshots to shoot acid-pellets at their tires while luring them into a desert-stretch 'race' to the finish and thereby free the Priest/Sive and the survivors of New Earth from this 'living grip' of fear.

The 'troops' or spirited-mercs of Magnex-Max were more-or-less surviving gypsies of the old world, and they'd all been trained to drive with fury and to shoot with aim. They're armed with guns, arrows, and these slick slingshot weapons Magnet-Max has customized with acid-pellets, ready on the desert cliffs and in their restored apocalypse-cars to draw in Jason's 'army' in a quest to save the drinking Priest!

MAGNET-MAX: All of our cars are fitted with restored machinery, and we drink with V8 for the Priest/Sive in this Earth-IQ.

PRIEST: You all look like 'aliens' from another dimension, Max.

MAGNET-MAX: That's what we are now, Priest (really).

PRIEST: Can you do this?
MAGNET-MAX: C'mon, drinking Priest...don't we 'look' like heroes?

JASON: I'll answer this 'classified-dare' in the net to race with Max's legion on the desert-stretch, and we roam with wrath!

The stage was set for this New Earth desert-road race to the finish, for the sake of the drinking Priest and his darling Catholic-girl (Sive). As Jason's legions appeared out of the creeping dust with their thorny-vehicles and spears, Magnet-Max's legion of mercs-with-spirit defied them all with the carefully 'choreographed' form(s) of designed/targeted subversion and Robin Hood oriented skill(s) to poke acid-burns into the villain-tires and hearts and create the ultimate 'visions' of pure dance!

PRIEST: You did it!
MAGNET-MAX: Of course, Priest...for your Sive (darling).

PRIEST: How'd you win?
MAGNET-MAX: Jason and his Hell...too arrogant to calculate.

PRIEST: What will you do now, Max?
MAGNET-MAX: We'd thought of 'settling' in as Philly-advocates of the legal system!

PRIEST: What?
MAGNET-MAX: Maybe we're all 'dreaming' of the brand of sanity you prayed for, Priest.

PRIEST: God bless.

MAGNET-MAX: We defeated this 'Jason' with the slingshots-from-heaven, and our machinery will be 'counted' as sacred-IQ!

SIVE (Prayer): What we'll remember most about this Hell is what Max/mercs did for the 'sake' of the road's dial(s)!

MAGNET-MAX: Settling into this new city-life as legal advocates of social-welfare is a nice 'twist' to our resume(s), brethren!

PRIEST: You want to adapt my prayer-post(s) and Max-heroics into a comics-cinema enterprise, Leo?
LEO (Media-Man): We're 'resurrecting' the Old Earth design(s) for movie-landscapes, Priest.

PRIEST: Who'll play Sive (haha)?

LEO: We'll decide...