"MAD MAX: FURRY ROAD"—Bold, gritty, cinematic title emblazoned across the top, styled like a blockbuster movie poster. A wild, post- apocalyptic desert showdown à la Mad Max: Fury Road, reimagined with feral anthropomorphic cats. Center stage: a battle- hardened tabby cat, scarred and fierce, decked in shredded leather and steampunk goggles, perched atop a monstrous war rig. It shreds a flaming electric guitar, unleashing a fiery blast skyward, fur thrashing in the wind, tail slashing the air, eyes glowing with unhinged fury. The war rig—spiked, chained, and rigged with blaring speakers—thunders across the wasteland, trailed by a convoy of armored vehicles driven by manic feline war boys. Dust swirls in towering clouds, the orange sky pulses with heat haze, and distant explosions light up the horizon. Ragged banners snap from rusted poles as agile cat warriors leap between speeding rigs, claws out, locked in savage combat. The scene screams motion, fire, and raw, adrenaline- soaked insanity