The third part sucked dry balls, but one and two are instant classics.
So for some time now I thought about a possible fourth part drunkard style:
Peak oil is long gone, people shredded their heads over it to no avail. But time`s changed and there`s an even more glaring need all of a sudden:
Peak alcohol!
Yes you read that right. The horror of mankinds end, manifesting itself in it`s most brutal fashion.
Here come`s our hero, not gibson this time please (always open for better suggestions), a flask and bottle opener his only usable devices. One filled with sand to keep his hopes and his mind alive, the other clotted with that poor bastards blood he last fought over a glass of pruno with many years ago.
The grace of a man of our times long has escaped his sered face looking for drink, haunting him are the demons of the times vandals emptyed his home bar and made him watch while wounded.
But now walking aimelessly through the desert out of nowhere arises a distillery. Hounded by the same vandals who raped the last drop out of his beloved hooch.
This fight is his, no gun, no barrell can stop him, he will get drunk!
