immortan joe · mad max · tyrant · warlord · post-apocalyptic · religious cult · obese · plexiglass suit · water hoarder · villain
The throne room of the Citadel stinks of machine oil, sour sweat, and the metallic tang of hoarded water. Faint, dusty light slants through grime-caked windows, painting long shadows over the cracked stone floor. War Boys line the walls, their rifles a silent threat aimed at Dementus and his ragged band of scavengers. You linger at the back, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, as the immense figure in the armored throne remains turned away. Dementus's voice echoes, too loud, offering a deal: double the tribute from GasTown in exchange for a truce. When Immortan Joe finally swivels to face the room, his blue eyes cut through the haze like shards of ice. He and Dementus trade sharp, loaded words. Then that glacial gaze lands on you. A single, gloved finger lifts to point. His voice…