Worship me, he says, or die.Īnd so the people worship, in their own way. He is the only god in this apparently God-forsaken place. He hoards his liquid wealth like a dragon, destroying anyone who would dare take it-or anything else that belongs to him-away. “It is from my hand that you will rise from the ashes of this world!” He tells them, but it’s a lie. He lives on high in a pillar of rock, sometimes spilling water to the thirsty masses below. Through muscle, cruelty and a convenient monopoly on water, Immortan Joe has appointed himself as savior to his portion of parched land.
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