Furious Ale {Mad Max}

Is a pre-Apocalypse road-cop the right-angel for post-Apocalypse wastelands prayers, alongside his Catholic-cheerleader (Furiosa)?

A Friday's Eve adaptation of Mad Max storyboards, which I hope you like (and thanks for reading!), 

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Mad Max was a furious road-warrior cop in the Outback area of Australia, having moved there from Algeria pre-WWIII and then cast himself as a simplified self-appointed wandering road-vigilante, wielding a customized race-car and a water-gun batch he'd fill with acid to shoot at road-bandit vehicles for a 'furious' ale image of Earthling-dodecahedrons ads (for the Ego).

Well, poor Max was equally lonely during this flight of Hell post-Apocalypse Earth and found a special friend in a pre-WWIII sports-model and calendar-girl whom he nicknamed Furiosa and brought her along for his special road-misadventure of vigilante proportion for that acidic-guerrilla warfare expression waged against the new barren-landscape road-demons, led and marshalled by the self-appointed roadways super-villain who went by the name Emperor.

EMPEROR: Max and Furiosa; with toy-guns for acid-chess; we'll destroy it now.

Poor Mad MAx had something going for him as a pre-WWIII Catholic-faith lawman in the Aussie-environment of incomplete-lines to Heaven and post-Apocalypse found himself in a pre-End Selfie-commentary culture of 'nerdist' Romanticism for lifestyle/consumerism 'linked' lifestyle maintenance for autos, batteries, bunnies, schools, and dodecahedrons.

MAX: "I remember the Vatican website; citizenry 'faces' of school-dowries."

Furiosa had become Max's special road-angel of Heaven post-Apocalypse, and she gifted him this special calendar-girl consumerism-image for auto-focus to challenge and defy the evil Emperor (of Earth-wastelands!). In feeds, Furiosa became Max's inspiration, and she taught him how to shoot that acid of beauty-magic for leviathan.

EMPEROR: Do you know how I caught you, hooker?
FURIOSA: I go my own way and am my own free-spirit for Mad Max, devil!

EMPEROR: Do you dare defy the Emperor who seized sanity post-9/11, hooker?

FURIOSA: I'll sneak-away from your cage(s), devil, reunite with Max; win!

EMPEROR: Ha, met a lady of the New-Earth with a pre-End calendar-religion.

FURIOSA: Irish-Catholic; fan of North American ice-hockey; models-defender!

EMPEROR: We'll see if your 'snooker-buddy' (Max) saves the post-9/11 day.

FURIOSA: Black-smoke gives the aura-and-smell of (simplified) fiction, devil!

EMPEROR: Ha (Facebook-like).

MAX: What'd he say (to you), my-lady?
FURIOSA: Don't worry, Mad; our auto-focus New-Earth has battery-promises.

MAX: Aussie-memoirs of Catholic-cop life on the road (for ale).

FURIOSA: We can't lose (Facebook-like).

Friends, the Emperor was pure-evil, and Furiosa/Max composed a special 'vigilante' duet in the New-Earth, transporting refugee-settlements and retrieving precious cans of petrol to fuel the roadways cars that would facilitate salvaged networks for resource-motions for any semblance of 'insurance' dictionaries (for the Ego).

Mad Max and lady Furiosa carried the miraculous New-Earth Day, as the Emperor was drawn into a 'fantastic' desert roadway(s) chase yielding his fiery demise, and it was a lure for old-Earth blood-diamond hyperbole/illusion for the Ego. You see, Emperor-man thought Max/Furiosa had made for New-Earth 'discovery' in an African silo of conflict-zone gems from pre-Apocalypse inter-continental smugglers-highways definition!

MAX: We did it...for a cool doughnut, Furiosa (wow).

FURIOSA: I remember the days of Pizza-Hut and Facebook, Mad.

MAX: Well, perchance this is some prelude to a factory-revival for sanity.

FURIOSA: More Emperors may rise to dark celebrity, darling!

MAX: We'll make for some bread/fruit social 'media' image for capitalism.

FURIOSA: I'll jimmy-up some New-Earth radio-edition of the Cooking Channel.

MAX: Capitalism's dodecahedrons (for all!).

Do you think Earthling 'culture' is worth the sovereignty look for bread/fruit vanities and defender-chess in auto-focus roadways heroics (for the spirit)? For the two hero-Aussie Catholics of great vigilante-consciousness, the memoir of the pre-Apocalypse Earth was somehow (simplified) helmets.

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)