MAD MAX:  a Civilization II scenario by Patrick Williams (radiospace@aol.com)

INSTALLATION:

Four files are contained in the scenario:  City.txt; madmax.SCN; madmax.txt; madme.txt (this file).  Madmax.txt and Madmax.SCN can PERMANENTLY reside in your main Civ2 directory.  City.txt should either be renamed madcity.txt and stored in the main directory, or better, make a folder named "MadMax" and store it there.  If you do the former, you will need to rename the file City.txt to City.org (or similar) and rename madcity.txt to city.txt before playing.  If you choose the latter method, store a copy of your original city.txt in a backup folder, then COPY the madmax city.txt into the main directory when playing the scenario.

You can play any of the tribes in this scenario, but I especially recommend playing as Mad Max, King of the Road Warriors.  It is more interesting and challenging.


THE DIARIES OF MAD MAX

Dec. 1, 1999:  The tely tonight warns that India and Pakistan seem to be preparing for war.  We are especially worried as they both have nuclear forces, but surely no such madness could occur in the modern world.

Dec. 10, 1999:  The worst has happened!  Pakistan last night launched a full scale nuclear assault on India, who responded in kind.  This was the last word from the region.  The tely says it appears that both nations have been obliterated.  My God, what will become of us?

Dec. 12, 1999:  A shocking event this morning.  As Pakistani forces emerged from a mountain fortress and crossed into the Indian frontier, Great Britain came to the aid of her former colony India with a barrage of tactical nuclear missile strikes.  The Americans have so far stayed above the fray.

Dec. 14, 1999:  Things only get worse and worse.  It's like a nightmare.  We're thinking of heading to the hills with the children tonight.  This afternoon we heard a report that Iran, taking advantage of the global confusion, launched a limited nuclear assault against Israel.  We expect the Americans to retaliate by dawn, and oddly enough there are rumuors that their President Clinton has suffered a nervous breakdown.

Dec. 16, 1999:  We're now hiding in the New Zealand countryside.  From America we hear that Clinton has been placed in an institution and replaced by now-President Gore.  The American attack on Iran was no surprise.  The mayhem seems to be spreading.  Will it ever stop?  And what are the Russians up to?  We've heard nothing from them.

Dec. 19, 1999:  Dear God, all is lost.  Missiles streaked across the sky this morning from the north, apparently headed towards Eastern Australia.  All the media has ceased.  The radios have gone dead.  We hear nothing.  We hear nothing.  All is lost.

Dec. 25, 1999:  A black Christmas.  The sky has clouded over in a dull orange color.  Official media has ceased to function.  Worse, even here a general anarchy bordering on mass psychosis has spread.  Formerly civilized people are killing each other over canned vegamite.  I myself was forced to gun down two crazed intruders at our camp this morning.  Yesterday I overheard a static-laden ham radio broadcast.  Though it was in English I could not make the location, but I believe it was an American, and probably coming from the Australian outback:  "Help us," it said.  "We are being pursued by bandits.  SOS....SOS....where are you??"  And it repeated itself several times before fading out.

March 15, 2000:  I have not written in months.  We survive, but harshly.  Living off rodents, tree bark, whatever we can catch in the wild.  Christchurch, our former city, survived the war, but reports say that the people are starving, that a plague has descended and that crime is as commonplace as conversation.  We'll take our chances in the wilderness.  The temperature has dropped to an average of 26 degrees farenheit.  

July 1, 2007:  It has been years since I found time for my journal.  Let me summarize:  The children are dead, as is my missus.  I am more alone than I have ever been.  The long winter ended in 2005.  Since has been worse.  It rains constantly.  The land is changing.  I can't explain it.  It seems the oceans are rising.  Yes, they are.  And swamps are sucking up into the mainland.  

Jan 1, 2010:  I have moved back to Christchurch.  There are few of us.  We are now a hard people.  I have been fortunate.  Due to my superior weapons I have secured the title of Warlord.  The future awaits, and like death, it is inevitable.  Now, to govern! 


THE TRIBES:

THE ROAD WARRIORS:  New Zealand was fortunate enough to be spared a direct nuclear attack.  Though the population was decimated by the global climatic changes, a new civilization is emerging around the remnants of the city Christchurch under the enlightened despotism of Mad Max.

TIBET:  This long-suffering Himalayan nation may finally have a chance to rise to prominence.  Devoid of any industrial or military targets, it too avoided the catastophe of nuclear attack.  Now the Dalai Llaama may take his rightful place among the world's leaders.  His minister of defense is a wily former American movie star named Richard Gere who happened to be on a spiritual retreat in Tibet at the time of the war.

NEO-RUSSIA:  Though Russia was utterly destroyed in the nuclear war, some of its remote East-Central sectors came through without complete decimation.  Hatemonger and ultra-nationalist Vladimir Zhirinovsky miraculously escaped harm in a secret underground bunker at has risen to control this aggresive tribe.

FRANCAIS NEGRO:  (meaning, in English, The Black French) From the decimation in Africa (caused more from the horrible climactic changes than the several rockets which obliterated many cities) rose a 4'7" Pygmy chief with a serious Napolean complex.  Though his previous name is shrouded in mystery, he has adopted the moniker "Napolean X" and has organized a city-state in Northwest Africa.  Napolean X has constructed an idealogy based on the superiority of French-speaking culture to the rest of the world, and intends to export it.  Which he will have to, as the French themselves are rumored variously to be extinct or mutants.  

GREENLAND:  Cursed with obscurity and ice, Greenland survived the war mostly intact, and is one of the few places to see an marked improvement in climate since the disruptions of weather patterns.  Much of the ice has melted away leaving a temperate island chain which for a millenium had laid buried under the artic frost.  The Greenlanders have worshipfully adopted former chanteuse Bjork as a Holy Godmother of their mystical culture.

MEDELLIN CARTEL:  The secret structures the Medellin Cartel built in the 1980's to proctect themselves from the US DEA allowed them to survive both the nuclear war and the destruction of the environment.  The climate of South America has if anything improved somewhat over the last ten years, and the Medellin hope to convert their proceeds from selling cocaine to the North American and Mexican mutants to build an empire to stand the test of time.

CHRISTIAN IDENTITY:  Long secluded in the Northwestern United States, the Christian Identity movement survived the otherwise almost utter devastation of the United States in their rural Montana and Idaho bomb shelters.  Now a man by the name of Randy Weaver, an obscure political figure from the mid 1990's, has organized these survivalists into a nation of fanatics who pursue a creed of racial and religious superiority.      

