[center][i]Praise Be To Smiley, For He Protects Us

Praise Be to The Wal, For It Shelters Us

Praise Be To The Great Sam, For He Guides Us

The Wal is All, For We Are the Wal

[b]The 20th Sermon of the Holy Wal Brochure[/b]
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[i]Location: The Information Desk , Bargain Bin [/i]

“Next!” 

Finally, after what seems like hours of waiting, you’re at the top of the line. Your legs are pounding with fatigue, joints clicking together audibly from the long shopping trip you've endured. You know that the paved steps you walk are consecrated with the blood of a hundred aislers who were not as lucky as you were.  Hopefully, the payment will make up for all the pain you’ve suffered on this journey. The double layered cardboard thrums uncomfortably in your arms, making it all the more tempting to open it up and find out exactly what the hell your client asked you to ferry all the way from the Triple Bleach Mop Up. 

“Next!” 

You step forth, the wide-shouldered guards letting you pass. The package clangs on top of the cherry red plastic counter. The inspector, a matchstick thin man wearing an oversized Sports Jersey, gives you the stink eye and examines the documents you pass over to him. 

“ Hmmm…..” The border inspector takes a closer look at you, eyes squinted. “ You’re a strange sight around here. Not like these other aislers, aren’t you?”

He makes one single comment as he rifles through your identity pamphlets, making only one cursory comment.

Choose one of the four backgrounds below.

[X] - “ Don’t let your pet beast cause any trouble in town and we’ll get along just fine. Next!”

You are a Pet-Master of Pets and Animals. Beside you is your ever-faithful Pet, a loyal beast that you have held a strong bond with ever since you were born. Many denizens of the Wal look down upon you partly due to stigmatisation of those in the Pets Departments as feral, uncivilized monsters. 

[X] - “ Why would you travel to a backwater hole such as this, tron? Next!”

You are an acolyte of the enigmatic Tronic Temple, otherwise known by the rest of the Wal as trons. Trons are cyber-enhanced technophilic analogues and rival the Books Department in terms of their academic prestige. You have studied all your life to understand the technological wonders of the Wal and guarded these secrets dogmatically. Many raiders would be keen to use your knowledge of the inner workings of the Wal for their own advantage. 

[X] - “ Far from home, samurai? We’ll know who to look for if someone finds a headless body in town. Next! ” 

You are a wandering paper ronin of the Stationary Shogunate. Your clan that you owed your allegiance was wiped out during the last battle between your nation and the Clothing Dynasties. Clad in an unbreakable suit of paper mache, your combat skills with your office utensil of choice is second to none and your will is indomitable as stainless steel. Most inhabitants of the Wal find you completely unbearable due to your antiquated sense of honor.

[X] - “ Oh my - it's - I didn't expect one of you - I mean, I'm just the biggest. MayIhaveyourautograph,please?  May Sam bless you with discounts on your travels, sir knight. Next! ”

You are a Cereai, a religious paladin of balanced diet and honorable nutrition. Your kind is known using their hardened blades of sugar and holy powers blessed onto you by your Mascot of worship to help the innocent, nourish the obese and maintain dietary harmony in the Wal. Most Cereai are known throughout the Wal for their feats of altruism and so, you will always be harassed by passersby for help.