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I see you’ve narrowed the scope a bit this time around


I mean, it was either this or doing an IKEA roleplay.
so cool.
i've a few character ideas milling about. leaning heavy towards the cult angle though.


Sounds good. Anything is possible in the Wal. Keep in mind that your character is currently being kept as a prisoner in Smiler territory, though.













Hello! Good morning! How are you doing today? May I help you with anything?

You may call me the First Greeter. No, not like my other.....mentally troubled brethren. I am the first and last person everyone meets. Once upon a time, I guarded the fabled Gates of Sliding, ferrying all wayward souls into the safety and comfort of the Wal. Once. That was eons ago. Now, I simply watch, witness and greet all who wander by me. My fate is tied to the Wal itself. I will live as long as it's shelves are filled.

But who I am is none of your concern. You are your own concern. Managing to live a long life in the Wal is certainly impressive. It takes a toll on you. I have seen countless like you searching. But, for what exactly? The rare 25th flavor of Ice Cream within the frigid refrigerator section? A master coupon? The safety and comfort of a Department? Some archaic piece of Wal-Tech lost within a Manager Office? The Wal offers both reward and punishment for those who are filling to pay low prices. You just need to have the will to take what is yours.

I digress, though. I mean not to hamper you on your shopping trip. Srange receipts await you, aisler. Do promise to show me yours when we meet at the Checkout. Trust me. We all meet at the Checkout sooner or later.

Oh, I almost forgot one thing.

Welcome to Walmart. I hope you enjoy your stay.







What wakes you up first is the smell. The styrofoam walls squeak and squeal with every moment you make. It’s so cramped that you’re forced to stand up. Thankfully, your captors have allowed you to keep your clothing to maintain your dignity.

You try to remember how you got here.

The Bargain Bin. That’s what you first focus on.

Any traveller would be hard pressed to miss the Bargain Bin in these times. A monolithic pile of refuse strewn out like an ant hill, lines upon lines of Stockers building up its foundations from the chaff of the Wal. Within its nooks, crannies and shadows lie the last bastions of humanity, eeking out a meagre existence.

Though you’re not well enthused with the inner politics of the Wal unlike the aislers of the Books Department, your days of being a shelf-dweller have passed. The Bargain Bin has been bled, fought and, pardon the phrase, bargained over longer than you were alive.

On the eve of the last Black Friday, the Bargain Bin had become a veritable battleground. An ocean of red flowed through the shelves, the tributaries inundated with bodies. It was said that the clean up that day took 2 months. It was clear by then that both the Stationary Shogunate and Tech Support were tired of support. A truce was formed with the Bargain Bin being divided in two, the north and the south.

Since then, an uneasy detente has settled over the Bargain Bin, with each faction occupying and dividing up its numerous territories. The Stationary Shogunate and the Noble Houses of Clothing have allied together, occupying the North of the Bargain Bin. The technocratic factions of Automobiles and Homeware have been bullied into supporting the all encompassing Tronic Temple, occupying a former Manager’s office as their base of operations in the South. The nomadic Grocery tribes, the numerous Dorfs of Fort Lego and many more factions are teeming within the Bin, seeking opportunity wherever they can in the chaos.

Your thoughts travel back to the present. How did you get captured? Somehow, the sinister followers of the Cult of the Smiling One somehow ambushed you during what was supposed to be a routine trip to the Bargain Bin. With your wrists zip-tied and your feet chained to the other captives with thick ropes of shoelace, it’s near impossible to escape. Escape seems a near impossibility. They’ve herded you all here for an unknown purpose. The echoing chants of the Smilers above seem to provide an answer for what that purpose might be.

“ PRAISE BE ONTO HIS EMINENCE, SMILEY. THE HERALD OF SAM.”



$$$



> PLEASE ENTER CUSTOMER RFID SEQUENCE
> *********
> ERROR. 2 ATTEMPTS LEFT.
> *********
> ERROR. WARNING. 1 ATTEMPT LEFT UNTIL CUSTOMER MALFEASANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATION.
> *********
> SUCCESS.
> WELCOME TO WAL-INCORPORATED INTER-COMMUNICATIVE CUSTOMER SERVICE NETWORK BETA. HOW MAY WE HELP YOU TODAY?
> PROCESSING........
> LOADING ........
> AUTHETICATING .........
> OPENING CUSTOMER INTERFACE MENU .........
> ACCESS GRANTED. WE HOPE THAT YOU ARE SATISFIED.












$$$


Since there's been a moderate response so far, I'll respond by saying that I am working on an OOC at the moment. It's mildly disturbing how no one who has stated interest so far has any questions since this is an extremely surreal setting.

Besides, this quarantine is making me go mad being cooped up here in my house. I need something to grind my creative juices on whilst dealing with the troubles of isolation.












Hello! Good morning! How are you doing today? May I help you with anything?

You may call me the First Greeter. No, not like my other.....mentally troubled brethren. I am the first and last person everyone meets. Once upon a time, I guarded the fabled Gates of Sliding, ferrying all wayward souls into the safety and comfort of the Wal. Once. That was eons ago. Now, I simply watch, witness and greet all who wander by me. My fate is tied to the Wal itself. I will live as long as it's shelves are filled.

But who I am is none of your concern. You are your own concern. Managing to live a long life in the Wal is certainly impressive. It takes a toll on you. I have seen countless like you searching. But, for what exactly? The rare 25th flavor of Ice Cream within the frigid refrigerator section? A master coupon? The safety and comfort of a Department? Some archaic piece of Wal-Tech lost within a Manager Office? The Wal offers both reward and punishment for those who are filling to pay low prices. You just need to have the will to take what is yours.

I digress, though. I mean not to hamper you on your shopping trip. Srange receipts await you, aisler. Do promise to show me yours when we meet at the Checkout. Trust me. We all meet at the Checkout sooner or later.

Oh, I almost forgot one thing.

Welcome to Walmart. I hope you enjoy your stay.







What wakes you up first is the smell. The styrofoam walls squeak and squeal with every moment you make. It’s so cramped that you’re forced to stand up. Thankfully, your captors have allowed you to keep your clothing to maintain your dignity.

You try to remember how you got here.

The Bargain Bin. That’s what you first focus on.

Any traveller would be hard pressed to miss the Bargain Bin in these times. A monolithic pile of refuse strewn out like an ant hill, lines upon lines of Stockers building up its foundations from the chaff of the Wal. Within its nooks, crannies and shadows lie the last bastions of humanity, eeking out a meagre existence.

Though you’re not well enthused with the inner politics of the Wal unlike the aislers of the Books Department, your days of being a shelf-dweller have passed. The Bargain Bin has been bled, fought and, pardon the phrase, bargained over longer than you were alive.

On the eve of the last Black Friday, the Bargain Bin had become a veritable battleground. An ocean of red flowed through the shelves, the tributaries inundated with bodies. It was said that the clean up that day took 2 months. It was clear by then that both the Stationary Shogunate and Tech Support were tired of support. A truce was formed with the Bargain Bin being divided in two, the north and the south.

Since then, an uneasy detente has settled over the Bargain Bin, with each faction occupying and dividing up its numerous territories. The Stationary Shogunate and the Noble Houses of Clothing have allied together, occupying the North of the Bargain Bin. The technocratic factions of Automobiles and Homeware have been bullied into supporting the all encompassing Tronic Temple, occupying a former Manager’s office as their base of operations in the South. The nomadic Grocery tribes, the numerous Dorfs of Fort Lego and many more factions are teeming within the Bin, seeking opportunity wherever they can in the chaos.

Your thoughts travel back to the present. How did you get captured? Somehow, the sinister followers of the Cult of the Smiling One somehow ambushed you during what was supposed to be a routine trip to the Bargain Bin. With your wrists zip-tied and your feet chained to the other captives with thick ropes of shoelace, it’s near impossible to escape. Escape seems a near impossibility. They’ve herded you all here for an unknown purpose. The echoing chants of the Smilers above seem to provide an answer for what that purpose might be.

“ PRAISE BE ONTO HIS EMINENCE, SMILEY. THE HERALD OF SAM.”



$$$



> PLEASE ENTER CUSTOMER RFID SEQUENCE
> *********
> ERROR. 2 ATTEMPTS LEFT.
> *********
> ERROR. WARNING. 1 ATTEMPT LEFT UNTIL CUSTOMER MALFEASANCE PROTOCOL ACTIVATION.
> *********
> SUCCESS.
> WELCOME TO WAL-INCORPORATED INTER-COMMUNICATIVE CUSTOMER SERVICE NETWORK BETA. HOW MAY WE HELP YOU TODAY?
> PROCESSING........
> LOADING ........
> AUTHETICATING .........
> OPENING CUSTOMER INTERFACE MENU .........
> ACCESS GRANTED. WE HOPE THAT YOU ARE SATISFIED.












$$$






($$$)



Walmageddon

Day of the Discount



($$$)







KZZZZZZTTTTTT -
Whilst the growth of the Wal-Incorporated Global Trade Initiative continues, we at Wal-Incorporated have something new to show you.

Introducing our latest project. The Residential Habitation Mega-Mart! A fully enclosed self sufficient city like you've never seen before! Designed to operate with over a capacity of 10 million customers, our Residential Mega-Marts will fully attend every one of your needs. Even ones you didn't know you wanted! In our residential mega-marts, you can enjoy the products of over 3,250 corporate members of the ever expanding Wal-Incorporated Family. That's not all. Our state of the art macro fabricators and brand new auto-logistic programs ensure that the buying never stops and the shelves are always stocked. For those that run into any problems, our fully automated Wal-Buddies will make all those pesky decisions for you and ensuring that you have no worries.

Make the smart choice today and sign up now.

Wal-Incorporated. Providing happiness at low prices. Always.

DISCLAIMER: BY AGREEING TO THIS CONTRACT, YOU ARE AGREEING TO FORFEIT OWNERSHIP OF YOUR PERSON-HOOD, NATIONALITY, IDENTITY, PREVIOUS CITIZEN SHIPS AND ALL PROVISIONAL INTERNATIONAL HUMANS RIGHTS TO WAL-INCORPORATED. WAL-INCORPORATED AND OTHER SUBSIDIARIES OF WAL-INCORPORATED RESERVES THE RIGHT TO ALTER, REMOVE OR ADD TERMS OF AGREEMENT WITH CUSTOMERS AS SEES FIT. ALL TERMS ARE NONNEGOTIABLE. VIOLATION OF CONTRACT WILL RESULT IN SEVERE PUNISHMENT. CUSTOMERS FROM THE IKEA FREE-TRADE ZONE ARE BARRED FROM WAL-INCORPORATED MEMBERSHIP. PLEASE READ WAL-INCORPORATED LICENSED CUSTOMER CONTRACT AGREEMENT v2.04 FOR MORE INFORMATION - KZZZZZZZTTTTTTTT




($$$)




The Wal is all, and the Great Sam fades. That is the eternal truth of our existence, my dear readers.

When the governments of the old collapsed in the Fall, millions took refuge within the safety of the Wal. Chaos consumed our old lives and our new ones were bought in the Wal. Yet, the taint that ravaged the Lots did not spare the Wal. The mechanical automatons that governed the Wal became berserk, turning on their former masters. The Board became silent to our pleas. In those dark times, we were fractured and reborn again, some turning to madness whilst others found new ways to survive in the new world order, settling out into the far reaches of the Wal and forming civilizations built upon the Old World. Yet, the shelves still fill. There are no more customers and yet, the Wal still functions.

You may have seen it before. The mountains in the far distance. It is called the Bargain Bin.

A land of the forgotten. The abandoned. Where the discounted, the low priced are unfit to be bought. Within the garbage and the ruin, further in, past arcane technologies and ancient ruins lies a power with no expiration date. Waiting to be bought, claimed and used. Numerous factions wage war for supremacy over the region. The Stationary Shogunate. The mysterious Rangers of Pets and Animals. The Grocery Tribes. Tech Support. The Pharmacy. Worst of all, the dogmatic cult of the Smiling One waits and watches, plotting to seize the next opportunity. All the while, the cold Stockers roam the aisles to punish shoplifters.

Will you succumb to the Wal or rise above it?

That is your choice, dear reader.
= Barnes the Noble, Head Chronicler of the BOOKS department, PSA XII, Annals of the Wal





This is an unofficial interest check for a reboot of one of my old ideas. It is unconfirmed as of yet whether or not this will be made into an official RP. I am merely testing the waters for interest.

Walmageddon: Day of the Discount takes place in an alternate post-apocalyptic future whereby the remnants of humanity live within giant supermarket arcologies after a cascade of events that led to the destruction of modern civilization. Once owned by the now defunct trans-national corporation, Wal-Incorporated, the shelved landscape teems with eldritch technologies, mutant abominations and roving bands of nutjobs who have adorned themselves with the brands of the Old World.

You are an Aisler from one of the many Departments within the Wal. After being captured during one of your regular shopping trips near the infamous Bargain Bin , you have been captured by one of the many Grocery tribes and forced into a gladiatorial arena only known as.....

The Blender.

Little do you know that the choices that you make here will lure you deeper and deeper into the complex machinations of the Wal and the numerous departments vying for dominance in the mega-mart.

I am looking for 4-5 players atm. All details are subject to change. Please ask any questions that you may have.



($$$)



Walmageddon

Day of the Discount



($$$)







KZZZZZZTTTTTT -
Whilst the growth of the Wal-Incorporated Global Trade Initiative continues, we at Wal-Incorporated have something new to show you.

Introducing our latest project. The Residential Habitation Mega-Mart! A fully enclosed self sufficient city like you've never seen before! Designed to operate with over a capacity of 10 million customers, our Residential Mega-Marts will fully attend every one of your needs. Even ones you didn't know you wanted! In our residential mega-marts, you can enjoy the products of over 3,250 corporate members of the ever expanding Wal-Incorporated Family. That's not all. Our state of the art macro fabricators and brand new auto-logistic programs ensure that the buying never stops and the shelves are always stocked. For those that run into any problems, our fully automated Wal-Buddies will make all those pesky decisions for you and ensuring that you have no worries.

Make the smart choice today and sign up now.

Wal-Incorporated. Providing happiness at low prices. Always.

DISCLAIMER: BY AGREEING TO THIS CONTRACT, YOU ARE AGREEING TO FORFEIT OWNERSHIP OF YOUR PERSON-HOOD, NATIONALITY, IDENTITY, PREVIOUS CITIZEN SHIPS AND ALL PROVISIONAL INTERNATIONAL HUMANS RIGHTS TO WAL-INCORPORATED. WAL-INCORPORATED AND OTHER SUBSIDIARIES OF WAL-INCORPORATED RESERVES THE RIGHT TO ALTER, REMOVE OR ADD TERMS OF AGREEMENT WITH CUSTOMERS AS SEES FIT. ALL TERMS ARE NONNEGOTIABLE. VIOLATION OF CONTRACT WILL RESULT IN SEVERE PUNISHMENT. CUSTOMERS FROM THE IKEA FREE-TRADE ZONE ARE BARRED FROM WAL-INCORPORATED MEMBERSHIP. PLEASE READ WAL-INCORPORATED LICENSED CUSTOMER CONTRACT AGREEMENT v2.04 FOR MORE INFORMATION - KZZZZZZZTTTTTTTT




($$$)




The Wal is all, and the Great Sam fades. That is the eternal truth of our existence, my dear readers.

When the governments of the old collapsed in the Fall, millions took refuge within the safety of the Wal. Chaos consumed our old lives and our new ones were bought in the Wal. Yet, the taint that ravaged the Lots did not spare the Wal. The mechanical automatons that governed the Wal became berserk, turning on their former masters. The Board became silent to our pleas. In those dark times, we were fractured and reborn again, some turning to madness whilst others found new ways to survive in the new world order, settling out into the far reaches of the Wal and forming civilizations built upon the Old World. Yet, the shelves still fill. There are no more customers and yet, the Wal still functions.

You may have seen it before. The mountains in the far distance. It is called the Bargain Bin.

A land of the forgotten. The abandoned. Where the discounted, the low priced are unfit to be bought. Within the garbage and the ruin, further in, past arcane technologies and ancient ruins lies a power with no expiration date. Waiting to be bought, claimed and used. Numerous factions wage war for supremacy over the region. The Stationary Shogunate. The mysterious Rangers of Pets and Animals. The Grocery Tribes. Tech Support. The Pharmacy. Worst of all, the dogmatic cult of the Smiling One waits and watches, plotting to seize the next opportunity.

Will you succumb to the Wal or rise above it?

That is your choice, dear reader.
= Barnes the Noble, Head Chronicler of the BOOKS department, PSA XII, Annals of the Wal





This is an unofficial interest check for a reboot of one of my old ideas. It is unconfirmed as of yet whether or not this will be made into an official RP. I am merely testing the waters for interest.

Walmageddon: Day of the Discount takes place in an alternate post-apocalyptic future whereby the remnants of humanity live within giant supermarket arcologies after a cascade of events that led to the destruction of modern civilization. Once owned by the now defunct trans-national corporation, Wal-Incorporated, the shelved landscape teems with eldritch technologies, mutant abominations and roving bands of nutjobs who have adorned themselves with the brands of the Old World.

You are an Aisler from one of the many Departments within the Wal. After being captured during one of your regular shopping trips near the infamous Bargain Bin , you have been captured by one of the many Grocery tribes and forced into a gladiatorial arena only known as.....

The Blender.

Little do you know that the choices that you make here will lure you deeper and deeper into the complex machinations of the Wal and the numerous departments vying for dominance in the mega-mart.

I am looking for 4-5 players atm. All details are subject to change. Please ask any questions that you may have.

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