Man has only himself to fear now…
Man has only himself to fear now…
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Apocalypse Kids / 8.5 Deck
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Apocalypse Kids / 8.5 Deck

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  • Artwork by Todd Bratrud
  • Manufactured at PS Stix (Heat Transfer)
  • Dimensions: 8.5 x 32.125
  • Specs: Nose: 7.125 / Tail: 6.75 / WB: 14.25
  • Note: All sales are final. Can't say that any simpler. Unless the product is defective in the manufacturing sense, we will not accept any returns (in other words, "you bot it, you bought it").
  • Product Description: I wanted to somehow tie this into Apocalypse Dudes, the fourth album by the Norwegian powerhouse band Turbonegro, but most all of the songs are about a pizza parlor, some prince of the rodeo, or a rendezvous with an anus, and I just couldn't twist it so—yeah, even in this wild at heart and weird on top world of non-product descriptions. So instead, let's roll the scroll on the opening narration to that most heartwarming of Australian family film classics, The Road Warrior (1981): "My life fades. The vision dims. All that remains are memories. I remember a time of chaos, ruined dreams, this wasted land. But most of all, I remember the road warrior, the man we called Max. To understand who he was, we have to go back to the other time, when the world was powered by the black fuel and the desert sprouted great cities of pipe and steel—gone now, swept away. For reasons long forgotten, two mighty warrior tribes went to war and touched off a blaze which engulfed them all. Without fuel they were nothing. They'd built a house of straw. The thundering machines sputtered and stopped. Their leaders talked and talked and talked, but nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. Cities exploded—a whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. On the roads it was a white-line nightmare. Only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive. The gangs took over the highways, ready to wage war for a tank of juice, and in this maelstrom of decay ordinary men were battered and smashed—men like Max, the warrior Max. In the roar of an engine, he lost everything and became a shell of a man, a burnt-out desolate man, a man haunted by the demons of his past, a man who wandered out into the wasteland. And it was here, in this blighted place, that he learned to live again." So, here we go, boys and girls, the desperate moment we've all been surviving for—dystopia in our time. Woohoo! —Cliver
  • Warning: Since the dawn of mankind, top and bottom stain veneers come in a variety of colors and the ones shown here are for display purposes only. In other words, we cannot guarantee a specific color so please be pleasantly surprised with the one you receive and not get all bent and butt-hurt about it.

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