To understand who they were, you have to go back to another time After the Credits. When the world was powered by the black Chunk. They built casts of straw. Gone now, swept away. Their hosts talked and talked and talked. But nothing could stem the avalanche. Their world crumbled. A whirlwind of looting, a firestorm of fear. Men began to feed on men. Without Chunk, they were nothing.
Only those mobile enough to scavenge from the remains of Civil War and Animal Well, brutal enough to pillage Babes and Mr. and Mrs. Smith, savage enough to devour I Saw the TV Glow and hot dogs, would survive. The wastelanders took over, ready to wage war for a Chunk. And in this maelstrom of decay, ordinary casts were battered and smashed. But arose YumChunks. In the roar of the mic, they talked about Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga. And it was here, in this blighted place, that they learned to live again.
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