My vision has begun to clear. Rictus and Corpus were gone, having left some time ago. That made me wonder. I remembered from the movies that Immortan Joe had three children: Rictus Erectus—yeah, I know, not the best name to have. But when you have the strength to break the neck of anyone who pisses you off, well, that makes up for it somewhat.
Then we have Corpus Colossus. Smart, but unfortunate—he's got some condition that mutated his body. Other than that, pretty good guy. That reminds me, I need to take a look at my body, see if I have any mutations.
Anyway, back to what I was doing—oh yeah, sons of Immortan. Last but not least, the unstable psycho that is Scabrous Scrotus. I wonder why I haven't met him yet... probably off killing someone.
And I can't forget me, I guess. Wait—what's my name? They did give me a name, right? I know I have one, but I was just reborn as a baby... what's my new name? Is it dumb that I'm even asking that question? This is probably some dream I'll forget about anyway, right? What am I saying—this is a dream. I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.
But just as I said that, a shadow loomed over me, and I looked up. I felt my heart stop, and a cold feeling shot up my spine as I saw the white face of a corpse, its teeth set in a snarl. And my only thought was: fuck, OK, Dad is scary.
Yeah, that pale skin and scary mask with horse teeth... let's just say dear old Dad is a little different in person than on the big screen.
But I'm pulled out of my thoughts when Immortan Joe speaks for the first time—with tenderness and love that honestly surprises me.
"My son, Dominatetis. My heir. I had thought you would never come."
Those words were spoken with more emotion than I've ever seen from a man like Immortan Joe. Only when one of his wives had died had I seen the mask of strength and power break—and the man underneath revealed.