Bust a deal, face the wheel.
Plan? There ain't no plan!
I'm not Captain Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket.
Call it what you like. It still smells like shit to me.
This is Thunderdome. Death is listening, and will take the first man that screams.
He can beat most men with his breath.
We want to keep the brain. Dump the body.
Thunderdome's simple. Get to the weapons, use them any way you can. I know you won't break the rules. There aren't any.
The first place you'll find is a sleaze-pit called Bartertown. Now if the earth doesn't swallow you up first, that place sure as hell will.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls... dying time's here.
Congratulations. You're the first to survive the audition.
Welcome to another edition of Thunderdome!
Remember. No matter where you go, there you are.
Pig shit. The lights, the motors, the vehicles, all run by a high-powered gas called methane. And methane cometh from pig shit.
Do you know who I was? Nobody. Except on the day after, I was still alive. This nobody had a chance to be somebody.
A lone warrior searching for his destiny... a tribe of lost children waiting for a hero... in a world battling to survive, they face a woman determined to rule.