![]() Max understood his family as humanizing him, as giving him something to live for rather than to die for, and anyway soon after he figured this out, his family died from murder by motorcycle gang, and so here Max is now, with a knee brace for his knee what got fucked in the knee by a shotgun, in his suped-up Interceptor, with a dog riding shotgun and a shotgun in his hand, on the run from or chasing some real vicious-looking dudes.Ĥ. But like I was saying: the last time we saw Max, he had this understanding that the only thing that was separating him from those outside the law wasn’t the law but his family, which is to say love, which is to say the things outside of us that tether us better to the world. There seem to be communities built up as bulwarks against the dissolution of everything we understand society as being, plus also gangs of dudes roaming the wastelands of the earth, which here on in is represented by Australia.ģ. Society seem like it’s kind of collapsed. ![]() Gasoline is now just rare as hell, if hell was a thing that was rare, like a situation involving money or feelings that wasn’t fraught in one way or another, but anyway, yeah, gas is rare and so are bullets, there just aren’t a lot of bullets or gas just like laying around unused, you guys. In all likelihood, it involved nuclear war. ![]() But I mean, let’s talk about that for a minute, after we talk about this: Shit has happened since the last time we saw Max.
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