Day 5: I, Max Rockatansky am writing again on my black diary as I am witnessing the world in turmoil.

As I cruise along the highway, all I see is an empty road.

Occasionally, the empty highway is interrupted by dead and destruction while driving in my supercharged black Pursuit Special, the last of the V8 Interceptors.

Dead and destruction. A reminder of what happened to my Jessie and my son when they were taken away by Toecutter’s motorbike gang.

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I realized after what they did, I am no longer the man I used to be. Even after I had pursued and finished them off one by one, my rage against them has not diminished. As I now wander thru the wilderness after the collapse of our society, every living soul that I met have decided to call me Mad Max.

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