Furiosa has done her preparations. She's gone over the vehicle she's been given over and over again, learning every inch, the way the engine hums, the way the pieces hitch together. Once they leave the Plaza on this mission, it's an extension of her body until they come back with the cargo they came for.
We are War Boys! Kami-crazy War Boys! Fukushima Kami-crazy War Boys!
She can hear the old supply run tattoo in her head, overlaying the pep-talk Blaze cries out for them. Back in the days before Joe's death, every supply run was both potentially fatal and completely routine. This? This is not routine, but it still feels familiar.
She's not afraid. She stands next to the modded-out snowmobile, a straight, imperturbable column of determination, and she's silent, until that final Are you ready?
She was born for this. And she answers with a shrill, ululating cry, like the scream of an eagle.
Furiosa is ready, to fight, to drive, and to Witness.
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We are War Boys!
Kami-crazy War Boys!
Fukushima Kami-crazy War Boys!
Today we're going to Gastown!
Today we're hauling AQUA-COLA!
Today we're drinking Mother's Milk!
She can hear the old supply run tattoo in her head, overlaying the pep-talk Blaze cries out for them. Back in the days before Joe's death, every supply run was both potentially fatal and completely routine. This? This is not routine, but it still feels familiar.
She's not afraid. She stands next to the modded-out snowmobile, a straight, imperturbable column of determination, and she's silent, until that final Are you ready?
She was born for this. And she answers with a shrill, ululating cry, like the scream of an eagle.
Furiosa is ready, to fight, to drive, and to Witness.