>>41860040
>>Get off me and let me go back to sleep.

>>41860537
The man takes his club to your side. You scream in pain as he keeps pushing you out of your cell.

"You sleep when you die! You'll either die out there or die in here! Now get moving!"

Before you can protest, he pushes you again and pulls you back onto your feet. You and a large amount of prisoners are escorted to a large courtyard, guarded by men and women in black body paint. Your eye is drawn to a makeshift podium on top of a scrap metal wall. A man in gold and black body paint stands next to a very twitchy woman with a horrifically burned arm, which is colored with silver.

"Quiet down, you tireless maggots! Today is the day you earn your freedom! Today, you will either die serving your warlord or you shall live on as a Road Warrior of the Guzzlcan Empire! You shall ride out in front of our glorious war parties as we clash with those that hold onto the old world artifacts! Today, we ride towards Detroit!"

Some prisoners cheer, others stomp their feet and raise their hands, a few stay quiet.

>Cheer.
>Stay quiet.

>>41860815
>insult his heritage under your breath

>>41860851
You quickly say something under your breath as you begin to move with the crowd.

"Now go, you freedom fighters! Bring victory to your empire and you shall be granted freedom by your empire!"
---
You and ten other men and women are escorted down towards the a garage filled with bikes. But, before you go any closer into the garage, a large man blocks your way with a monkey wrench. You looks down at you and cracks his jaw with his hand.

"You... I remember your face from before..."

>I was a convoy worker before you imprisoned me.
>I roamed alone with my own ride before your empire took it from me.
>I was a soldier for another clan before you destroyed it and took me prisoner.
>Say nothing.

>>41860979
>You looks down at you
>I remember your face from before
the mirror, clearly.

but really
>I roamed alone with my own ride before your empire took it from me.

>>41860979
>I was that guy that was passed out drunk in that crashed plane.
If that's not acceptable then
>I was a convoy worker before you imprisoned me.
Time to be a blue collar badass, no previous hero experience necessary.

>>41861063
>>41860979
Convoy worker

>>41861026
I'll choose this one to get the plot moving.
---

"Hah, you look like it too! Pick your bike and prepare to move out!"

You run out to the bikes and find that only a few of them are actually functioning. Using your knowledge as a convoy worker, you pick the dirt bike looking with with two explosive spears on the back and some sort of bolt gun with only three bolts. You hear some of the other prisoners trying to get their bikes to work or picking a very nice looking bike. You shake your head and rev yours up before taking it out of the garage.
---
Outside, you see the other prisoners gathering around trucks with spikes and warriors on top of them. One truck drives up in front of you. On top of the truck is a scantily clad woman with two spears.

"I am Domina Helen! You lot will be following me into glorious battle against the Detroit Protectors! We will pry open the secrets of Detroit and take them for ourselves this day!"

She points to you and smiles.

"Looks like one of your had the sense to pick an off roading bike! This one's gonna live through the day! Follow me!"

The truck begins to race off before you can say anything. you and the other prisoners ride off behind her truck.
---
As you ride, a man rides up next to you.

"Hey! What'd you think she meant by that statement before?"

>What do you think?
>She means we're gonna fight outside the streets of Detroit. Your bike is meant for city combat.
>Say nothing and speed forwards towards the truck.

>>41861325
>I think the detroiters got something shiny that Helena wants, be careful about what you're breaking.

I'm getting tired and I need to get up early tomorrow. I'll archive this and continue tomorrow.