Electric Pulsar: Master of Puppets

Intro to Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior

I remember a time when the world was powered by the black fuel. And the desert 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 which engulfed them all.

Without fuel, they were nothing. They 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. Only 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.