You live in the world of Mad Max.
You are an underling in an empire that has just toppled, finding yourself between the deadly mysterious wastes in front of you, and the chase of your old masters behind you. You possess a car, which at this point could be better described as a frame with wheels and an engine, a pipe gun with 2 bullets, and 8 liters of gas. It is about 3 hours from sunlight.
>What will be the name of our hero?
(please roll 1d10)
Rolled 1 (1d10)
>>484836
Wheels McWheeligton.
>>484847
>Wheels McWheeligton stared out into the infinite darkness, a howling dry sea of wind beckoned him further, and miles behind him stood only a flickering tower, swirling in flame.
>This was the tower of the Warlord Rad Master Deesil, in his empire you were the lowest level of underling, not even worthy to drive the most pitiful vehicle.
>But somehow, in the attack, you ended up here, far away, as the empire crumbled behind you, you were left to wonder, could you make something of yourself now?
What would Wheels like to do?
Rolled 4 (1d10)
>>484868
Find water, by any means necessary.
>>484876
>You start driving further outwards, and within a few miles you come upon a small encampment of what looks to be about three people, they are awake and aware, but they don't know which direction you are coming from as you have no headlights.
>Your vision of them is reduced but you clearly have the upper hand, they stand huddled around their fire, facing outwards, and one appears to be wielding a broken pipe, close to their fire is a cargo container with the door rusted and laying on the ground. Their home, perhaps?
Rolled 9 (1d10)
>>484892
Run them over
>>484926
>You stomp the gas and aim right for the group, tragically they have no defense, and are run down all at once. With nothing more than a thud and screams, the night returns to silence.