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My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the Road Warrior - the man we called Max. To understand who he was, you have to go back to another time; when the world was powered by the black fuel and the deserts sprouted great cities of pipe and steel. Gone now; swept away. For reasons long forgotten two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze that engulfed them all. Without fuel, they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled, the cities exploded; a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads, it was a white line nightmare; omly those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary men were battered and smashed. Men like Max, the Warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man. A burnt out desolate man, haunted by the demons of his past. A man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again.
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