Editing Walmart Apocalypse (section)

==DEPARTMENTS==
(minor contradictions present, if confused refer to Abridged/original threads)

===AUTO & TIRES===

"Mercuries" people who have a fondness for goesfast in the form of motorized vehicles, most only have mopeds and segways only a few actually have cars, constant thrill seekers, work as (unreliable) messengers to feed their habit and upgrade ride such as adding rocket boosters to mopeds, have a rivalry with Radicals, biker messengers from Sporting goods

===BABY GOODS===

Creepy does not do it justice. Think Silent Hill meets all the guys from to catch a predator. Inhabitants called Powder Ghosts. DO NOT ENTER! Constantly expands and shrinks randomly, creepy nursery music softly in background, strange rituals may allow you to pass (i.e.g accompanying a quiet child who doesn’t cry/tricking a nevergrown into entering.), called White Hell for a reason. Any more description would just ruin our minds.

===BARGAIN BIN===

Bargain Bin (Bargain Hunters, suppose they would meet up here?): Mix of gold diggers/pioneers, delve in older areas of Mart to find rare pre-Uprising abandoned receipted items to return to Altars (return desks). If lucky (return desk doesn’t recognize) receive limited coupons for valuable old first hand Wal items. Good NPCs, high level quest givers etc. Couponed items however draw attention of Smilers who will seek them and attack owners due to being granted by Great Sam. Higher level Bargain Hunters can mix and match coupons into combos for better items and maybe even, if campaign allows it, cash so it’s one of the few ways of PCs getting money in a campaign

===BOOKS===

Archivists, insular, and don’t interact much with other departments.

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====Officers====

Masters of the written word, this group of warrior monks share a lineage with the Books, who came to the Office department with a band of mercenaries in search of the Word, but stayed when they saw the potential the meager Office tribes had. 

Processed at birth, the young are split into the three groups. The feeble of body are sent to work as assistants to the various Archivists and writers of The Office. The feeble of mind act as guards, armed with simple tools and a warrior's mindset. The majority of the Officers possess minds and bodies of equal strength, and are adopted into society as normal children. If a child is so unlucky as to be cursed with feeble body and mind, the child is simply left at the department edge, at the mercy of the Wal.

Young girls will be taught in the ways of archiving, recording and archery, while young boys are taught in the ways of poetry, art and swordsmanship. Each form is trained to precision. It is said that by the age of 15, young women should be able to place an arrow through a barbarians heart at 200 paces, record his life and death with immense detail, and then archive it before the body hits the ground.

===CINEMA===

Groups mostly of deluded nerds who believe in fragments of media franchises left over. As well as some hardcore western-movie lovers who think they're biographies of things that actually happened in history. Everyone avoids them. The dukes and the platoons are the known historical fans. The fiction genre fans contains Disciples of Ash, Highlangers and other cults. There are also smaller groups dedicated to lesser franchises within both like the Masks of Bat or the Friends of Krueger. Everyone thinks they’re all crazy, but they think everyone else is crazy too.

===CLEANING SUPPLIES===

Ocean of chemical waste, filled with oozers, Cleaners live on decaying boats wearing homemade hazmat suits, use chemicals for warfare, extreme germophobes, cultures emphasizes ritual scarring to remove germs, ‘Cleansing’ means you’re an adult and independent (dunk yourself in chemicals for a while), cheerful due to acceptance of harsh settings and need for cooperation, live on botched together boats so close-knit family unit, wonder why no one helps each other (like Quarians without the boohoo and more naïve helpfulness+germaphobic OCD), members of Families identify each other by different nice smells of fragranced cleaners, best incendiary weapons? due to being able to mix together various chemicals, have super-clean artificial island/repurposed cruise ship (which has “eliminated 100% of all germs” and “guaranteed clean” and is called the Avalon, yes we like Arthurian mythology) where families can meet as trading hub, maintained by family boats on rotation, only high level Cleaner leaders know about it and can navigate to it, must always be kept clean ALWAYS. Possible origin could be Avalon was originally won by a cleaner in lottery super ages ago, things snowballed from there, defended with weapons from Pirates of Scum Sea? Need to leave cleaning to get supplies and parts to for decaying ship/island and their own boats. 

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Some portion of the cleaning supplies department is clean and safe, partially due to the efforts of the stockers, partially due to the efforts of travellers who've created pathways through this department. The other sections are different though.

Cleaning supplies is a toxic wasteland sea of spilled chemicals and catastrophic reactions caused by the caustic and highly poisonous substances contained therein. The fumes alone stretch over the area in fog and just passing through the department quickly can lead to lung damage. The place is home to a horrific variety of human and animal mutants who are products of a twisted adaptation process. They feed upon food tainted by the poisons of the cleaning supplies department and become more and more poisonous and acidic as they build up the toxins in their systems. Birds are a real danger to travelers since their excretions are acidic and rife with toxic substances. Arguably the worst of the creatures that dwell here are the Oozers.

No one knows where the oozers came from, some blame the mythical Arendee since it's well known that many of the most horrible dangers are a direct result of the Arendee's quest for...something horrible. Others say the oozers are a product of the doctors out of WalMedical or a curse from the great Sam. Regardless one fact remains, they are a deadly adversary.

Humans, twisted, bloated, weighing at least 300 pounds, covered in weeping luminescent pustules these creatures are totally incapable of speech. Their bodies ooze poisonous caustic fluid from every orifice and their eyes glow with a strange green light. You can always hear them coming because they slosh when they so much as twitch, and their bodies are constantly full of rumbling , roiling, reactive chemicals causing frequent expulsions of gas from the mouth, nostrils, and anus. (they fart and belch a lot.) The creatures can spit, and vomit acid and poison (depends on their unique chemical compostion.)

Oozers come in many different types, human ones are merely the most common but bird and rat oozers are a close second. Destroying the creatures is very risky since they're carriers of a highly combustible gas and if electric or flame weapons are used on the gas will combust since, upon death, oozers burst open in a terrific explosion of volatile chemicals. Fire mixed in with toxic waste is bad enough, but in cleaning supplies its a hazard the likes of which few Aislers can imagine.

The Cleaning Supplies department is one vast toxic spill, as the stockers try to clean it, it just spreads in a different direction, the volatile chemicals endlessly migrating around the department as the stockers belatedly try to put the genie back into the bottle.

Cleaning Supplies is covered in a thick miasma that contains fumes from every single chemical in the spill, and that miasma is flammable like you can't imagine, a single spark and the whole department becomes a raging inferno that will burn for years.

Their culture might use chemical burns for ritual scarring, and use 5-gal buckets for armor plating with bucket lid or trashcan lid shields, occasionally with a full trashcan side (The big grey ones) as a tower shield, while jabbing past it with a mop handle topped with simply a glob of...something. Nobody outside of Cleaning Supplies knows what these globs are made of (Occasionally they're attached to nylon ropes and flung as lobbed projectiles), but everyone does know what happens when they contact organic material (Hence the use of plastic or metal handles or rope instead of wood or twine). If properly treated, these globs can emit noxious or poisonous gas, or burst in a small area shortly after being doused in another, also unknown chemical. However, due to the instability of this last method, it is used fairly sparingly.

(Add in living on boats Quarian-ish(?) fresh smelling, pirates, Avalon etc from Abridged section.)

===CLOTHING===

Medieval, feudal society, classes, warring between brands (Gucci goes to war with Armani, both were bought out by WalMart duh), focus on ranged combat, classes determined by fanciness and price of branded clothing worn, use terrain to their advantage such s hiding in clothes stacks and jumping out at enemies and using security tag arrows to draw Stockers (Apparel tribes part of clothing with Big and Talls?)

===ELECTRONICS===

'Tron fetishists (called ‘TronBoyz from Elec, jokey joke) and Tech Support priests, trying to build ultimate ‘Tron, take inspiration from scientists real life and fictional (mecha makers, Egon, Tesla, Iron Man, Edison) but more hodge-podge, grimy ‘home made’ stuff. Have VEE-R tombs for those scientific advancement worthy entombed, constantly spend time trying to build up works of ancestors, tribes each venerate different great ancestor (Sons of Megas, Disciples of Edison), teslawatt combined souls of all great ancestors pervades ‘tron, mostly build impractical stuff due to focus on science rather than survival, believe they channel teslawatt when they build/develop science, have cathedral/fortress on top of VEE-R to guard from Smiler Crusades, The Primes are tribe who lead defense of VEE-R tomb, Disciples of Edison villain faction, ‘Tron more powerful=’Tron more random and dangerous, overclocked and heat up

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No, not a martial sect, though there may be members of the group who do this. Electronic tribes seek out 'Tron, electronic devices. Then they improve these devices or "improve" them by stripping down some electronic devices and using those parts to upgrade other electronic devices, they do a lot of trading with/perform a lot of raids on Auto&Tires and Hardware for the supplies requires to build 'Tron augmented weaponry and armor. Their society revolves around oneupsmanship, everyone wants the best 'tron, THE BEST. Their settlements are built around workshop-shrines where the members of the settlement build ever larger more impressive displays of 'tron. 

Being the flashiest, and among the most dangerous tribes out there they often find themselves on the receiving end of Smiler raids who claim worship of false idols as an excuse to raid for sweet 'tron. Tech support priests are the ones who have a genuinely well thought out grievance with the Elecs.

'TronBoyz revere the scientific accomplishments of their ancestors, appreciating the science and technology they developed as the principles upon which 'Tron are built. The older and greater the scientific achievement, the more revered they are. Eventually some individuals develop entire tribes devoted to them and their deeds. What they're not really aware of is that some of those 'ancestors' were entirely fictional characters having never really contributed anything, like Egon or the Iron Man. 'Tron is built to further these discoveries and scientific foundations for the next generation.

Each of the subgroups venerates a figure, real or fictional, Stark devotees wear red and gold, or gold, or grey, or red and silver, there's no noticeable rank really they argue about which colors are the best and never agree. They don't come to blows and just decide to prove that their color scheme is the best by making the best power armor they can. Egon Devotees wear grey jumpsuits, and use bulky equipment and use really complicated techno babble most of the time but seem genuinely interested in helping people. You get the idea. 

The Disciples of Edison are hated by everyone though, they steal other 'TronBoyz tech, then claim it was their idea all along, 

The Disciples of Edison typically operate out of enormous fortress and call themselves "Sorcerer Scientists" (confusing the hell out of Any Dorfs or WalCinema Fanboys present) and will never be satisfied with any amount of control they gain. If they managed to conquer the whole of electronics they'd start on the Wal. To their credit their designs work and they have a decent grasp on science and 'Tron modifications. However there is one problem that hamstrings all their plans.

They are obsessed with Direct Current (DC), calling it "The True Current" 90% of WalMart items are designed to run on Alternating Current, any designs they steal have to be heavily modified to run DC and some flat out won't. They execute enemies using electric chairs and pose them around territory to look like casually sitting in a chair. But even they will stop to defend the VEE-R tombs (Teslawatt is called Ediforce by them.) But ‘TronBoys are nearly always developing impractical stuff and are still light-years behind WalTech

The learned Nye is many a young 'Tronboy's first exposure to science. Via his sacred recordings we come to learn many of the basic truths of the our world's underlying mechanisms. For that we revere him, even if he never produced much in the ay of 'tron he chose the selfless path, one lacking in glory barter. It is to him our mind turns when we think of that selfless lot, the educator.

(Suggested DM note: More experimental ‘Trontech->more dangerous ‘Trontech. Don't let your players get away with bullshit, but try to have fun with it. When the 'tron malfunctions make it melt, blow up, spit out fiery sparks, something that makes your 'tronboy cautious of going batshit with his designs.

Also: Tronboy Rule 1: Don't hack the system, Shodan doesn't like it. You will get ripped to fucking pieces if you try exploit the resources of the Wal. You are not allowed to command WalTech.)

===GARDENING===

Gnomers and Greenthumbs, growing food for other departments, sometimes use enemies as fertilizers for gardens, greythumbs eaten plant and bonded with it, Greenthumb leaders, fearful of fire, when they die they decay, conflict between charcoalers and propaneers of Gnomers, Gnomers good relations with Homeware, DO NOT MESS WITH GNOMES.

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Gardening is separated into two groups; the Greenthumbs and the Gnomers.

====Greenthumbs====

Greenthumbs are at one with nature, they encourage it's growth and worship the soil it sprouts from. They would love nothing more then to see the entire mall overrun by trees and plants, brought down by the inevitable return of mother nature's wrath. On the outside they are a friendly bunch, will even feed you fruit, however you will soon fall sleepy and doze away. At this point your body will be ground down into a bloody pulp and used as the purest and richest fertilizer. They abhor virtually every other department in the Wal with only a grudging respect for the Petmasters, whose animal affinity is seen as a crucial next step in Mother Nature's rise. Even then they still are likely to turn a Petmaster into fertilizer if it is deemed they do not share their vision. Everyone else are viewed as nothing more then food for their trees, with a special burning hate for those from Lumber and Hardware or the Gnomers.

Some Greenthumbs undergo a special ritual, the Decaying Rebirth. They ingest a special fungus that was created as a unintended byproduct from one of the many R&D projects, the fungus corrupts and spreads throughout the body at an alarming speed. It merges with the host's mind and creates a disturbing symbiosis, the host forever referring to itself as 'we'. These are referred to by Greenthumbs as the Decayed-Ones, or grey thumbs to everyone else.

====Greythumbs====

Greythumbs are both respected and feared by the Greenthumbs, seen as wise and powerful beyond peer but also mad and frail at the same time. Their ideology is largely the same as Greenthumbs with the added note that they feel there is no true death, everything rots and is reborn within the scavengers and fungal matter. They spread forth massive fungal farms in the darkest and dankest sections of Greenthumb territory, providing food for the rest of the Thumbs. They are in charge of every death ritual and funeral for the Thumbs and when they enter battle, they regenerate nearly every wound they receive, the fungal symbiote serving as vitals should any be compromised. They hiss, shriek and back away from fire, where normal Greenthumbs throw themselves in anger at one bearing fire. And should one behead a Greythumb, the body quickly rots away for good.

====Gnomers====

Where the Greenthumbs have taken over the simulated outdoor sections of Plants and Gardening, the Gnomers have taken over the lawn care and maintenance section.

Being so close to the Greenthumb territory, they too breath in whatever pollens or pesticides it is that make the greenthumbs so crazy, and are just as crazy as them. However they are OCD, perfecting the art of 'Lawncare' to dizzying heights. Their territory is composed of massive fields of perfectly trimmed grass and hedgework that leave suburbanites drooling with envy. These gnome hat wearing people have souped up lawnmower tractors they use to maintain their lands as well as to run down intruders.

However, they are the opposite of the Greenthumbs when it comes to outsiders, it is speculated that the art of their lawncare provides a zen like effect on the Gnomers, similar to what one experiences when caring for Bonsai trees. With the exception of the Greenthumbs they will cordially invite travelers into their territory for a few drinks and food from their great many grills. The surest way to a Gnomer's heart is to bring back meats from the grocery section of the Wal, and you will be treated as a king in a mighty feast. They will take massive pilgrimages in a caravan composed of their lawnmower tractors towards the nearest grocery department once a year. They will load up ice trailers with the meats and travel back for celebrations.

There are two minor subfactions within the Gnomers; the Charcs and the Propaneaneers. They will argue to nearly bloodshed about whether charcoal or propane is better for cooking, at which point a cookout is held. There has yet to be a clear winner with the participants wholly satisfied with full bellies.

You know you are entering Gnomer territory by the lawn gnomes that are at their borders, and spread all throughout their lands. It is highly advised one NEVER touches a lawn gnome without permission, or belittles the gnome. Or they shall find themselves run down by a full stampede of Gnomer Mowers, a grisly fate. The lawn gnomes are worshiped by the Gnomers and the sole focus of everything a Gnomer does. They ask the gnomes for advice, and seem to be 'answered' by some voice in their head. Even the Greenthumbs have learned that they are not to disturb a lawn gnome, for the wrath that would arise would be truly great.

Relationship between Thumbs and Gnomers is highly strained at best, bloody at worst. Thumbs hate the Gnomers' need to control and prune nature, and Gnomers find the weeds ugly.

===GROCERY===

Groups of survivalists (barbarians?) living in a biome with various hazardous environs, balkanized, band together during the food raids, different cultures for each section of good (lots and lots including frozen vikings and cerai), NPC races, good starting point for campaign (lots more on this later)

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====Frozen====

Eskimo-type people who live in the huge walk-in freezers, with the ability to be stable on almost slick surface. They tend to be traders, and are constantly trying to trade enough with Sports to get them to trade them a Zamboni from the ice rink section, so they can bring their homeland with them. Tend to favor icicle weapons if it's cold enough, otherwise use any sort of spike weapons they can fashion. They're also skilled at scaling vertical slick surfaces as well using the spikes like crampons.

====Produce====

Misters, basically the people hide in the piles of fruit and produce until the "mists" and fake thunder come (About once every hour or less), at which point they emerge from the subsequent fog and strike, leaving dead victims hog-tied with plastic bags and with apples stuffed in their mouths. Strict vegetarians, but unless they can use water or another concealing cloudy environment, somewhat out of their element and exposed (However, while still not a match for Powder walkers, they're the next most dangerous thing in a Baby Department)

====Meat====

Jolly sort of viking culture, with prestige and challenges accomplished via feasting and eating competitions. Affably friendly (Probably the most so out of the entire Grocery section), and very welcoming to travelers provided said travelers help contribute to the nightly feast in some way. Well-known as abhorring cannibalism, and hunting down those who consume the "tainted long pig" with a near-religious zeal. Very dangerous with various cleavers, meat hooks, and small cutting-board bucklers, while their usual girth from their feasting lends them a surprising degree of toughness.

====Canned====

This section actually has no permanent residents due to the value of its contents. Instead, Canned section operates more like a mining operation, as various factions (including others in Grocery) send in slaves and scouting parties to recover as much food from there as possible. A few rare sections have resident populations of cowed Canners, guarded by the nigh-insane Jolly Green Giant Mascotbots with the Greenpeace AI hack, but most of them are no-mans lands. In addition, since canned food is damn near commonplace all over due to its convenience and lasting capacity, pseudo-plate armor made of layered large squares of flattened cans is actually the most common type of scrapbuilt armor in the Wal.

====Cooking Supplies====

Due to the high influx from the Home Cooking section and the cannibals and occasional Gnomers, Cooking Supplies is also fairly sparse as any groups within are hard-pressed to avoid the murderous Home Cooking supply parties. However, the rare few that do live here are hardened veterans, capable of dousing an opponent in burning oil in a heartbeat, or filling an entire area with a single sack of flour before lighting it and incinerating the intruders in a fireball. The occupied territories are marked with measuring spoons or measuring cups, with the size of the measuring implement indicating the prestige of the occupant. While only the foolhardy would even intrude on a half-teaspoon territory, it is unequaled suicide to enter the realm of a full cup, even for a few minutes.

====Ethnic Foods====

Xenophobic group consisting of independent groups, usually lone individuals. They fight with woks acting as shields, and either blowdarts using hot-sauce-poisoned bamboo skewers or metal shishkebab rods, kept either straight for stabbing or bent for raking attacks depending on the user preference. Also use chili or curry-powder tear gas bombs to disable the opponent before coming in for the kill, and while individual ethnic food denizens rarely kill another denizen when they encounter each other and engage in combat, they usually leave with fresh scars for the loser and another "Made in Walmart" sicker for the shield or helmet of the victor

====Whole Foods====

An offshoot of Grocery as a whole and containing elements otherwise unique to each section, they are remarkably relaxed and open to others taking their foods. However, as many of their products are soy or tofu-based, the unappetizing nature repels most would-be bandits. As a result, they've actually usually managed to form a remarkably advanced culture and with a long history of tradition thanks to the lack of disturbance from almost anything but stockerbots. Normally this would make them a prime target for would-be slavers, but for whatever reason the diet from their section, combined with a regime of "Vital-men" pills that would make a Page weep with envy, has produced surprising strength in many of their population, allowing them to repel the occasional assault without too much difficulty.

====Cereal====

These members are akin to the Paint Masters of the Hardware and Paint departments, dressing themselves in bulky armor made from cereal boxes that allows them to emulate a small pallet of boxes when they freeze. Indeed, many of them have banners on their back containing a replica of the actual words of Sam on them, fooling most casual onlookers and even the occasional stockerbots. However, unlike the Paint Masters who rely on such concealment for the duration of their attack, the Cereal members pres their attack once discovered, relying on blades made of layered cardboard and glued together with layers of sugared water and honed to incredible edges. Opponents who underestimate their colorful costumes quickly realize that the colorful exterior covers dozens upon dozens of layers of cardboard hardened in the same way as their blades, repelling all but the most penetrative blow. Their natural enemies are the Nevergrow, as they will swarm these warriors (Who usually operate individually or in limited groups) in an attempt to find the "Prize" within (Presumed to be a euphemism for the armored warrior inside)

I'm imagining them wearing a sort of very bulky version of samurai armor, almost mecha-looking with the squared edges, and a very samurai back-banner they can use as a fake price tag thing. Probably see Stationari as honorable opponents, and have duels with them when unchallenged by other, more pressing enemies as a matter of honor. Different Cereal members view the various sugar cereal mascots as their patron saints, with those of the "Unsugared Rooster" being seen as outcasts.

=====PATHS OF CEREAI=====

(Expanding fluffaggotry on the Cereai since I think they could easily be a viable PC class.)

Each Cereai follows a different incarnation, what they believe to be the shining example of their craft and one they should follow in spirit as much as possible. As a result, depending on the different incarnations of their mascots, as shown on the boxes and the occasional still-working adbot or screen, they have emerged with differing traits, fighting styles, and philosophies:

;Path of the Captain: These Cereai are natural leaders, and take the head of any situation. They are confident and tend to attract followers, who they lead with skill and valor. Cereai following this Path fight with skilled bladestrokes, but oftentimes lead their allies well enough that they never need to unsheath their blade at all.

;Path of the Tiger: The Cereai who worship their god they call Anthony the Great, value strength above all else. They oftentimes boast of their power, and will gladly take up any deed or challenge that allows them to demonstrate their strength (Their "Greatness"). Tiger Path Cereai fight with powerful bladestrokes, chopping down enemies and cleaving through their defenses.

;Path of the Rabbit: Rabbit Path Cereai fight with a fervor unmatched when faced with attacking Nevergrown, and seek so keenly to kill as many of them as possible that many have posited that there is some ancient enmity between the factions. These Cereai are skilled at disguises when not clad in their armor, able to impersonate other people well enough to pass cursory guards, and in battle display great relish in leaping forward in overhand strikes or jumping off of low shelves onto their foe, felling the opponents before they can raise their guard.

;Path of the Green Man: As with the Path of the Rabbit Cereai, these individuals seem to have an ancient grudge against the Nevergrown. However, in this case the history manifests itself as abject fear of the tiny figures, and a Cereai of this Path is hard-pressed not to flee in the face of them. When not encountered by the Nevergrow, the Green Man Cereai can move with incredible speed, and are unparalleled among the various Paths at setting up and executing ambushes, springing from target to target as if able to simply teleport at will, and they are as equally skilled as the Rabbit Path Cereai in disguises, even as inanimate objects or as part of a shelf. They cherish the Season of the Leafy Green Men, and the spirit of this Season so encourages them that this is the only time of the year that they can face Nevergrown in open combat (But even then they will still probably flee if vastly outnumbered)

;Path of the Three Brothers: The Three Brothers are rumored to be Cereai themselves, long ago, and have since been immortalized by the Great Sam in the form of iconography on the various cereal boxes. The Three Brother Path emphasizes teamwork, and Cereai in this Path always form groups of three or more, and seek to overcome incredible challenges and deeds in order to gain the attention of the Great Sam, and possibly become immortalized themselves. The Three Brother Cereai are a bit vain, and enjoy attention and praise and keeping both their armor and blades as spotless as humanely possible, but are deadly fighters, able to hear the faintest of footsteps stepping on tile, and in combat can corner they form unmatched fighting units, cornering an enemy with snaps from the flat of their blade, cracking them over the head with their blade's pommel, and then popping or breaking their necks to finish them.

;Path of the Dark One: Very little is known about this secretive Path. Even the boxes of cereal that they derive their Path and its philosophy are difficult to find, and these Cereai are perhaps the most strange of the lot. They file their front teeth into a single sharp point, and will often eschew use of their blade if they have grabbed a lightly armored opponent, instead biting into their exposed limbs or neck and causing massive bloodloss from the sharpened "tooth" (In addition, the very few rare survivors from these attacks usually die a few days later from the infection from the bacteria and scum in the mouth and on the tooth itself). Dark One Cereai also fashion their armor to form a great wing or cape which they can use to glide short distances. Often, this is used to descend onto a target group unsuspected, where they silently eliminate as many of the enemies before they are discovered and forced to draw their blade.

;Path of the Insect: This Path is somewhat uncommon, but the individuals within it are very skilled healers. They can fashion poultices from their Path's cereal that have astonishing restorative powers, and fight with a very odd, jerky style in which they dodge seemingly at random, making landing a single swordblow on them difficult in the extreme. Singularly out of all of the Paths, the Insect Cereai actually poison their blades with a toxic venom they call "Rednumbra Fortee," which can paralyze or kill a target within minutes if not properly treated. In addition, Cereai following this Path are akin to TopDwellers in that they prefer to be elevated, although if grounded they can still fight competently and effectively, slaying foes left and right with stabs from their envenomed blade. In addition, for reasons unknown these Cereai seem to be able to achieve much, much older age than the other Paths, even without the aid of Age'B'Gone.

;Path of the Bluebird: These Cereai, similar to those following the Path of the Dark One, tend to fashion their armor to make something resembling a pair of wings. This is ideal for them as they are the most reliant on elevation, often spending a battle gliding from shelf to shelf while making swings at enemies as they pass overhead. While these Cereai are slightly ungraceful both in movements and combat while grounded, they can perform outstanding aerial maneuvers, capable of evading even Dire Pigeons and the Taser Turrets for a time. Ranks for these Cereai is determined by colored stripes along their blade: The more stripes, the greater the rank and honor they receive from their peers. Given their propensity to attract turret fire, oftentimes they will make their way across the store to get an Elec to imbue their blade with embedded taserballs along the length , giving their blows an added punch.

;Path of the Rooster: These Cereai are supposedly the fallen, the outcast (Basically Ronin). Other Cereai treat them with shame, attacking them on sight if they dare to wear anything but blank cardboard armor. Especially prestigious Rooster path Cereai are allowed to instead use their Path's boxes for their armor, instead of remaining blank. However, these Cereai do not see themselves as shamed but enlightened, the "Sugarfree." They believe the honor and rigid caste path system is unnecessary, and shun it in favor of adopting whatever fighting style and techniques give them the greatest advantages, and so it is not at all uncommon to see one fighting with the style of the Tiger path while wearing armor that can glide like those of the Path of the Dark One. Obviously, the other Paths take a dim view on this, particularly those of the Dark One and Bluebird, and so will gladly take any given excuse to give the insolent Rooster a good thrashing.

There are other, smaller subfactions of Cereai, but these tend to be minor, like the Path of the Gorilla (Peace and diplomacy, make excellent negotiators and party faces, very calm and fluid-yet-forceful fighting style if the diplomacy fails), or uncommon due to other factors, such as the infighting between the Path of the Frog and the Path of the Bear over whose path is truly, as they say, "sweeter." (Their terms for honorable or dishonorable are "sweet," as in "This quest is sweet," and "bland," as in "Killing that innocent was bland.")

====Seafood====

Very, very dangerous and usually a no-mans-land. Unlike Meat, where everything that is sent there is completely slaughtered and processed, Seafood relies on "Fresh-caught!" (Read: Farmed) sea life of whatever kind they dredge up in the nets. However, many, many areas seem to have faulty mechanisms making sure the fish are gutted or properly clubbed and killed (And some of the fish are too large for this to be effective). As a result, if the cooling mechanisms break for whatever reason in this section, it usually results in the melting of the iced displays, and thawing out of the members within. Any puddle of water you can't see every bit of the bottom of is a danger, and given that more and more of the catches are bringing up Medical experiments or giant squid, sometimes you can be under attack without even touching liquid. Only the most foolhardy and successful Meat members set up shop here, and are named "Kings of the Sea" (Others, especially pets, derogatorily call them Chickens instead, for reasons lost to time)

====Bakery====

Bakery has become a sort of desert, as the people keep the oven doors wide open, all the time, and turned to full blast, desiccating the area. They build their homes between these open ovens, forcing any would-be attackers to come at them straight on to avoid passing in front of the blazing heat of the open ovens. The people themselves subsist on bread interior, with clothes made out of the crust (Which they believe is tainted and should not be consumed), and with the higher-ranked individuals wearing clothes instead made out of bags, with elaborate clip necklaces for the high nobility. They are deadly warriors, using raw pizza dough thrown onto the enemy as a sort of dough net to entangle them, or stunning them with pizza peel (the long wood thing with the big flat end), and then closing in with their bread knives. As a result, bread is a surprisingly scare commodity in most diets outside of this section, and especially outside of Grocery as a whole due to the danger involved in retrieving even a single loaf.

====Dairy====

Very few people ever meet a person in Dairy face-to-face and up-close, but all have heard of their notorious penchant for olfactory chemical warfare. They repel attackers from afar, lobbing rotten eggs and expired milk over a shelf in order to corner an enemy or drive them back onto an area of buttered linoleum. They also use the canned bread dough to create noisemakers, and particularly skilled Eggers (As they are known) can set off these cans with such skill and in such rapid succession that they can fool enemies into believing that they possess a particularly powerful Sport. Eggers almost never are without armed allies, who they help drive the enemy towards and who they reward with delicacies like fresh butter and the mysterious drink called "Ednod." These warriors typically come from Meat, as the boisterous residents of Meat claim that "You can't have a good breakfast without Eggs and Bacon," believed to be an old saying indicating an ancient treaty and alliance with the section. The Eggers don't believe in this, but don't mind the brute labor that comes with it.

====Liquor====

As previously stated, Liquor are crazed hooligans. At near constant war with Meat over a source of beer and ale for their Feasts, as well as others seeking their wares for recreational, medicinal, or flammable purposes, they tend to be very paranoid and proverbially trigger-happy. While the stereotype rightly exists as them preferring thrown Molotov cocktails as a weapon, if given enough time beforehand they can set up flame traps to corner invading forces as walls of fire spring up in front or behind them. One favorite trick is to set up a large spiral of alcohol, and light an edge when the enemy enters the center unwittingly, creating a rapidly-closing series of concentric sheets of flame. While their favored weapon is simply the end of a broken bottle, Liquor residents have surprisingly high pain resistance for a time (Sort of this setting's barbarians rage), and can go into a fury if sufficiently sauced.

====Soda and Drinks====

A few mad escapees from Medical reside here, having discovered the magic of electrolytes and their holy substance Caffeine. They regularly whip up whatever substance they can figure will give the best strength, recovery, agility, alertness, etc that they can, combining sodas, energy drinks, powder and pills, energy shots, all into unholy brews (Occasionally supplemented with other supplies from Pharmacy or Home Cleaning). They too are protected by mercenaries from other Grocery sections or departments, but they tend to insist that their guards try their latest creation.

===HARDWARE===

Hardware: Helpful repair/tradesman (for a dear price) who live a never ending quest for home improvement and better power tools (Dead Rising weapons may be a good reference), feuding merchant houses in form of Franchises led by High Foremen, Freelance are outcasts, hate homeware (never pay only kidnap), ask for goods from other departments in exchange, hated by everyone but needed by them, maintain trade outposts in other department (Wild West-ish shanty towns) where departments can get together and trade but ask for high tariff on items traded

===HEALTH & BEAUTY===

Has Pharmacy at its center? crazy pill addicts (painkillers and beauty products) and makeover specialists, always raided because of importance of pills, robots occasionally roam out and find new victims to addict to pills, GlamFab culture emphasizes appearance, have Glamamesh as leader who hides face behind bag or glasses, see all those uglier as slaves, philistine slaves who are ugly skinless hairless worship GlamFab people, everything appearance, Enmuttu petmaster tribe serve Glamamesh as sort of praetorian guard

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====FabGlams====

The Fabs for men and Glams for women. They are the only ones to know HOW the beauty products really work. They pretend to ingest HUGE amounts of the products in front of the 'lower class', like filling shampoo bottles with water or something. They have deals with the Doctors to obtain high value medicine that keep them youthful like unexpired AgeBGone, and access to private facilities to bath and use the products properly in secret. In exchange they give Doctors test subjects every now and then, as well as serving as a 'front line defense' to keep people away from all the health supplies. They hoard all the Beauty products and use them as a payment system for the lower class, giving them out only when jobs are performed to satisfaction. Led by the GlamaMesh who hides his face behind a bag and sits upon a light display throne made of ancient ‘Tron (all it really does is light up). Have control over some of the members of the Petmaster Dog tribe, called Enmuttu.

====Philistines (Lowborn, Little People, serfs, plebeians, whatever you want to call them)====

These are the uglies, need a better name for them in my opinion. These are the vast majority of H&B, they honestly believe that to look like the models on the pictures of the products and like their GlamFab leaders, they must eat the products. The products 'cleanse' the ugliness of their souls, and focusing on specific products will make their souls more likely to have that beauty. For example eating a lot of shampoo makes the hair even more luscious and silky within their soul. However, in order to bring the soul to the outside, they must visit a Doctor.

====Pharmacy====

If the Wal were flesh this place would be a pustule. Sampler bots roam the aisles catching unwary travellers and foisting "samples," doses of highly addictive substances, upon them. Many of them are Goners, those strange, crazy folk with no morals and a constant desire to own things, usually without a clear reason, or a purpose for the item once it is in hand. The Goners mean nothing to you, their inability to control themselves often leads to greeterification, combat with travellers, or death by consumption of any of the strange substances that pharmacy is rife with. No, you need medicine, Pain'B'Gone for infection and anesthetic, Limb'B'Back for regeneration of wounds, Age'B'Gone for the youth you and your kin desperately need to stay ahead of the winged death, the Black Racer with his grasping talons and rapacious appetite comes for those who cannot run, oldsters are beyond saving unless you can keep them healthy and hale. Mother is gone, but Father still lives, what you do, you do in his name,

===HOMEWARE===

Crazy 1950s Americana obsessives, slave labor, trying to build ‘ideal home’, create desolate area of incomplete, nightmarish architecture, slavery, homemade appliance weapons (toaster cannons), constantly at war over minor middle class squabbles, WalMart Underdark, White Hell lite or whatever. Cookery included (crazy cannibal cooking up people), run by suburbanites, filled with demented servant slave, suburbanites descendants or family of employees or those with Stock? Some have suggesting making tragic figure, easy enough, just emphasize their desire to build something beautiful and inability to escape obsession despite hints of wanting to seek something better.

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====Suburbanites====

Arguably one of the most twisted, demented sects of WalMartians that ever walked the Wal. They believe in a mythical place called "the suburb" where "everyman's home was his castle" where people had orderly hedgerows and "2.2 children" (whatever that means.) They worship a lost time, a myth from before the Wal consumed the world. They attempt to reach this goal, to build this beautiful paradise with their own two hands.

When they inevitably fail, things get ugly. They blame union sympathizers and Communists, which basically is anyone who isn't them. They raid the other departments for slaves, and make deals with immoral or amoral members of Electronics, Hardware, Auto&Tires, and keep those men as slaves or "Business Partners" and then they try to build their perfect home.

What begins is a cycle of frustration, sometimes they build little shacks with one room before they quit. Sometimes they build multistory art deco monstrosities. They always find the end result imperfect.

Housewares is a twisted hellscape of discarded buildings, likely taken over by animals, mutants, or being torn down for raw materials for suburbanites who want to get resources without having to raid other departments. 

Suburbanites raid for slaves, tools, and building materials, they inevitably murder their slaves and leave the corpses in completely random piles around the Houseware department due to the fact that keeping slaves is considered un-American, apparently the fact that they are repeatedly enslaving and murdering people escapes them. 

Homeware is the core of an enormous empire ruled over by Suburbanites who have hereditary stock, so each month they make a small trickle of money. This gives them some small protection against the caprice of the Stockerbots and the Wal's defense systems so they have a lot more slack than other societies. They use this slack to raid the other department for supplies and have that whole perfect home thing we talked about.

Lighting, Cookware, Furniture are all part of their empire and have fiefdoms and settlements ruled over by administrators from homeware. from here the suburbanites send out raiding parties into their conquered territories and claim the natives as slaves, some of the natives serve loyally as vassals to the suburbanite empire in exchange for food and protection from the dangers of the Wal, Quislings basically.

Regardless the suburbanites are well armed, experienced remorseless killers and utterly psychotic. They are best avoided.

====Lighting====

The Lighting Department would be sparsely populated. Not much of use there, to the other tribes. Perhaps Elec will occasionally send groups to scavenge flex and bulbs and the like from there. The inhabitants are... strange, even by the standards of the Wal. Small in number, a traveller will occasionally come across small groups of them, sitting silently in a circle of lit lamps. They spent their entire waking lives with their eyes fixed on the nearest light source. They eat, sleep and live, surrounded by as many still-working lights as they can find.They never speak, and will almost always ignore outsiders. Occasionally, without any obvious signal, perhaps ten of them will stand and set off into other parts of the store, in search of food, bulbs, and other necessities.

The players meet a young Elec, a member of a scavenging party that set off into Lighting. He tells of how eerie it was, walking through a group of people, who seem almost robotic, unreactive, quiet. A member of his team clumsily knocks over a lamp sitting on the ground. The lamp falls, it's bulb smashing. Instantly, the Lighting tribespeople leap into action, screaming and wailing, cowering away from the spot of darkness. The Elec team, spooked by the sudden activity, flee into another part of the department, followed by the terrified screams of the Lighters.

===JEWELLERY===

Criminal classes with a fetish for adorning themselves in gold equipment, graduate from young ‘original gangstas’ to join distinct criminal by smelting first piece of jewellery, group like the Yakuza, Italian mobsters etc, all about the bling, raids on highly guarded display booths, many die. Low level gangstars have nickel and copper jewellery, and are derisively called “coppers”.

===MEDICAL===

Medical: (WalMedical General alternate name) No one trusts the doctors of WalHospital General, intensive surgery addicts, modify bodies, create horrors (Frankenfran?) trying to heal within hospitals centers of their madness, addicted to NEV'R'DOZ and AGE’B’GONE to carry on experiments and treatments in twisted reflection of former roles (you have shortsightedness? Give you more eyes). Overworked, overstressed, led by Surgeon General, very dangerous one of few pre-Uprising people still living. Also location of Wal nursing homes with infirm elderly hooked up to Age’B’Gone and being served by robotic nurses by using summon buttons (like old people liches). Medics less crazy, slightly more focused helpful but still super distrusted. ‘Freaks’ are relatively sane former experiments who have escaped from Medical and gone to other areas. Another generally avoided area (guess why?)

===MUSIC===

Separated into four major courts. The Court of Vinyl, Court of Instrument, Court of Compact Disc, and the Court of MP3. They gather at soundgardens, square stages surrounded on each side by bleachers which are segregated by court, to hold musical debates. A duelist from one party will challenge a duelist from another, or their own party, over a dispute of genres. The two participants will the use music to out-perform one another while demonstrating the fallacies of their competitor and glories of their own genre using lyrics or other means. Vinylist duelists compete by DJing, scratching and mixing the records in complex ways. Instrument duelists perform their chosen instrument. MP3 duelists use elaborate and showy dance moves learned from music videos. CD duelists also DJ, but they use controllers and advanced CDJ decks that allow for lots of effects to be used as well. At the end of a debate, the four courts will vote on the performance, and the winner is chosen as the superior genre for a time. Because of this, the most popular genre changes frequently. 

Old-world musicians are revered as spirits representing different moods, emotions, feelings, and ideals. None are objectively superior, though there are obvious preferences. Daft Punk, The Beatles, and Mozart are all very popular subjects of worship compared to Nickelback. 

The music department also curates a handful of radio stations that can be heard throughout the Wal by those that manage to tune in, some sticking to a single genre, and others playing whatever it is that happens to be most popular at the time. It is said that for an entire year, one radio station played one song about never giving someone up, or letting them down, over and over again. 

Due to Music's access to radio technology, they are visited often by other departments for trade. Those looking for the parts to repair their communications, and those looking to build radio communication networks journey here for the necessary Tron as it is less hostile to the good-willed than the Electronics section with it's Edisons. That said, to intruders and attacks, Music is a force to be reckoned with. Entire aisles lined with monitors can be activated to blast drum & bass or symphonic death metal to totally deafen and disorient those not accustomed to harsh sounds, providing a grand opportunity for the arrow volleys of Music department archers stationed behind those monitors. Guitar battleaxes, boombox-bombs, razor sharp vinyl chakras, and blow-dart trumpets are all popular weapons in this eccentric department.

Music folk also have a few interesting phrases, the origins of which are now uncertain. The word 'Freebird' is a sharp obscenity, and telling someone to 'Play Freebird!' is akin to telling one to go fuck themselves in common Wal-speak. Similarly, 'practicing Wonderwall' denotes a lack of skill or competence; for example, in the case that one's compatriot is fumbling with a locked door that needs to be opened, you might say, 'We're busy trying not to get shot by this herd of oncoming fatlords, and this jackass is squatting over here practicing Wonderwall with a locked door!'

===PAINT & HOME DECOR===

Stealth specialists who use their mad color coordination to hide, some are illusionists with paints, Stalkers

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These people inhabit the paint section. They usually they keep to themselves but they'll often kill people who try to set up shop in their section. You'll never see them though since their mastery of color coordination makes them the stealth experts of the Wal. However this overspecialization makes them poor combatants. While the Topdwellers wear flashy attention catching garments and focus on maneuverability, speed, and deadly combat skills, the Paint Tribesmen focus on patience, remaining hidden and striking from cover. If caught by an opponent, or if their attack fails, they'll lay down a spray paint smoke bomb and run away in hopes of making another ambush later. Presumably wears minimal clothing and uses improvised weaponry like sharpened paint chippers and paint rolling spears.

===PETS & ANIMALS===

Beast masters who live in harmony with monsters they tame, gain traits of animals as go on, nomads of Fearless Irwin go to each tribe, tribes split along genus, hunters tamers breeders in society, dogs sacred animal to them, ferocious, bond rare, least easy to domesticate (because of the irony, right?), exotic animals zone no one enters, marked off with bone markings and such. Now monster hunters preventing growth of dire animals, descendants of Seck-Er-Etee?, guards and jailors, exotic animals zone Alcatraz zoo, Stockers keep breeding and feeding dire animals, never ending crusade to capture/kill dire animals to stop their spread. (Wow, these guys seem to have gotten damn controversial, so some advice. You don’t like them having animal traits, dump those, focus on them as rangers with animal companion. Don’t like them at all? Don’t use them at all.)

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The Pet Department has become a complete jungle of sorts from the rampant growth and spread of the mutated and genetically altered descendants of pets that live there. Chemicals such as Strong & Tuff and specialized growth hormones mix together into powerful cocktails that put steroids to shame, resulting in massive and brutish versions of ordinary animals.

To live here is to fight for survival, and that is precisely what the Petmasters embody in their very being. Generations of competing and cooperating with the animals for resources have changed them into stronger and hardier people who reflect the animals they revere the most. 

The aisles of the department were separated based on the type of animals within, and each section received different growth hormones in their drinking water designed to enhance the best aspects of that breed. The Petmasters would drink the water and over time began to feel an affinity to those specific animals and developed minor physical traits. For example, bird tribes would have light and thin yet strong bodies, and hook/beak like noses with the most severe alterations being feathered hair or talon like fingernails. While feline tribes would be lithe and muscular in the way a gymnast would be, and often sports mane-like beards in the males, with the most severe examples would be slitted pupils or catlike skin colorations.

Every tribe in the Petmasters are separated into three distinct roles for their society, Tamers, Breeders, and Hunters.

====Tamers====

Tamers are often what most people think of when they consider Petmaster's bonds with their animal companions. They exist to tame the beasts they live alongside, growing up from a small age with a baby animal they must raise and nurture into adulthood. They form a fast bond with this animal and consume even more of the hormone laced food and water meant for their chosen animal then the other roles of Petmasters. This not only means they tend to develop the most severe genetic alterations but they also begin to exude pheromones that aid in calming and controlling their tribal animal type. They ensure that there are no stampedes or unrest among the numerous animals they live alongside in their tribe, and provide immense aid to the breeders in controlling the more temperamental new breeds.

They are often sent out as negotiators with other Departments for the purposes of trading, as they are calmer and more controlled then a Hunter, the Breeders rarely leave home, and most importantly, the presence of a massive cat or lizard tends to help negotiations from going south. Typically these traveling groups are composed of one or two hunters and several different Tamers from various other tribes within the department.

====Breeders====

Breeders very seldom leave the tribe, even to visit other Petmaster tribes within the Department. Their job is viewed as one of the most vital to survival of the tribe as a whole, they make sure the next generations of the tribal animal is strong, healthy, fertile, and intelligent. They carefully select breeding partners for the beasts, and ritualistically sacrifice the crippled and malformed of the litters. Runts are given a chance to prove their worth at survival, often serving as denmothers or trade commodities to other departments. 

The existence of the Breeders also allows the other two roles to leave the tribe more often, for the breeders and their companions give no mercy to intruders. They defend their tribe with the full ferocity of a mother bear, making sure that the threat is completely neutralized. For this reason, outsider negotiations virtually never occur within the Pet Department, and even negotiations between other tribes usually have neutral territory they occur at.

The grand master breeders are the oldest and most skilled of all the Breeders. This is always a married couple, and their task is to discover ways to breed new variations of their tribal animal, encouraging an even lighter cat with long claws for digging into metal and climbing the aisle shelves with more ease, or giving a wolf thick horns to help pin down and immobilize prey for the pack. Due to the fickle nature of breeding and genetics, a Grand master couple is usually expected to achieve only a few successful variations in their life.

====Hunters====

Hunters are the role who most often leave the pet Department, very seldom seen within the tribe itself. They are trained under a Master Hunter, constantly on the move. They learn to control the animalistic instincts and senses within them to a far greater extent then the other two roles, hunting alongside one or more tribal animals.

Where a Tamer forms a strong bond with an animal and pushes the strength and capabilities of an animal, the Hunter trains alongside their companions growing stronger, more agile and animalistic. This makes them hard to deal with on a social level, but in combat where the Tamer's companion is fighting more in the defense of the Tamer, the Hunter and his animal companions fight as one pack. 

There are two main types of Hunters, defenders and suppliers. The defenders take care of all potential threats to the tribe, be it particularly monstrous mutated beasts, bandit gangs, or even other tribes with whom relations have grown sour.

The suppliers venture out from the department, hunting for more supplies and goods. They make raids on departments their tribe has yet to establish relations with, and bring back the resources to their own tribe. They also can accompany Tamers on diplomatic missions for added protection.

====Nomads====

The Nomads are the spiritual leaders of the Pet Department, they help to ensure that the tribes do not war with each other and continue to grow their bond with nature. The nomads came into being by an early diplomatic group visiting the Wal-Cinema during a marathon of 'Crocodile Hunter'. They returned enlightened, and spread teachings of the animal kingdom and the 'Fearless Irwin' amongst all the tribes. Ever since all new prospective Nomads make the pilgrimage to Wal-Cinema for enlightenment from the teachings of the 'Fearless Irwin'.

(They now spend their time trying to prevent the spread of dangerous animals from taking over the Wal and have an elite sect who are descendants of Sekurtee who are monster hunters essentially. Check abridged.)

===RAFTERS===

Crazy hyper agile people who live among the rafters, constantly migrating to avoid swarms of deadly birds preying on them, pragmatic due to constant death, stoic, disgusted by antics of materialistic grounded, xenophobic, get sick if on ground still for too long, strategic use of birdfeed on enemies to defeat using dire pigeons, Raptors are elite warriors who defend  wear feather armor as sign of strength have to kill bird and make armor out of it, equipment not important (not so materialistic like others), make use of what’s at hand, migration caravan guards, drop anything not useful, not sentimental, very deliberate+careful, even hang corpses from rafters to distract birds whilst they migrate, almost a myth among grounded (Yes, they’re a lot like Batmen, just not as helpful.)

===RESIDENTIAL===

Gigantic apartment buildings, lots and lots of rooms, generally at center of Wal cities, abandoned?

===RESTAURANTS===

(WalBurger, WalTaco etc) Bases of the Ambulecti, served by robotic serving staff, led by the FryCook who orders around a staff of lobotomized servers who were former raiders. A glitch means he’s only programmed to feed superfat Ambuloceti.

===RESTROOM===

Restroom (little discussion, putting it here anyway): Filthy hives of scum. Expeditions have to be sent in to retrieve one of most valuable goods; toilet paper.

Possibly partially collapsed due to water damage. No lights, blind tunnel folk (Ratters?)

===ROOF===

Hardy survivalists of the Roof. Sunbleached, fight off mutant animals to grow measly crops, believe rest of the departments are a myth due to no contact, experience meteor showers which they then search for?, NPCs most likely

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I see Roofians wearing clothing made from aluminum foil or silver emergency blankets to repel heat. Warriors in a group wear armor on top of this, light armor made from roofing felt, heavier armor from layered Asphalt tiles. Travel on the Roof can be dangerous, as destroyed support columns or rafters can make a roof unstable, solar panels can fry anyone unfortunate to be caught on them when the sun rises as the heat reflects off of them. The Taser turrets you see occasionally in the Wal below are everywhere, although being solar-powered they primarily make travel during the day hazardous. In fact, the sheer volume of these turrets make ideal ranged projectile weapons when carefully disabled and dismantled with roofing-felt-lined gloves to protect against the electrical defense systems. Meanwhile, the other warriors who prefer to battle in melee use broken skylight or solar panel plexiglass as their blades, carefully honed to the point of being capable of splitting a hair.

They travel constantly, as the verminbots also act to repair disabled taser turrets. The herders among them have managed, long, long ago, to almost domesticate a flightless version of the dreaded Dire Pigeon, and these are a prime source of meat among the Roofians (However, the constant UV beating down has rendered their feathers brittle and unusable for the most part).

However, the most precious of all resources on the Roof is water. While rain is common enough in most areas to allow for survival, one has to be aware of the drier areas and prepare their water stocks accordingly, or risk traveling Inside to avoid the desiccating air above. Even in the more wet regions, the constant rainfall can make for flash-floods that can dash anyone caught in them to pieces against various vents and access hatches. Not to mention in other regions the water is far more caustic than the normal slightly-bitter-yet-drinkable rainfall, and those caught unprotected in it are burnt or melted depending on the severity and concentration of the toxins within.

===SPORTING GOODS===

Sporting Goods: Sports enthusiasts who occasionally manage to loot some guns and ammo, sparsely populated, have to avoid extreme gun security bots who are everywhere, HOOTERS symbology, Priests of the Owl refs, Superb Owl Sunday ultimate day of year (sport which is conglomeration of every sport+guns, super concultured rules), determines territory and clans, other departments can enter but so so confused, (Mad Den or Maid-Den?) sport Valhalla, one of them spends a great time preparing for the sport Valhalla is the Mad Den, the other Maid Den, push themselves to physical extremes to be worthy, taught by priests of Hooters, FIRST ONE leader priest, can and does make up rules on fly which then recorded and learned (legal precedent in sport), Priests take years to learn rules.

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Due to they haywire "practice bots", as well as the heightened security surrounding the weapons, there are few to no true civilizations in Sporting Goods; it's an especially dangerous area. Occasionally, other civilizations will send elite squadrons and stealthy individuals in to take as much as they can salvage and get out quickly, or just rely on trade for Sporting Goods and trade or get the isle endcap stuff for ammo. However, there are a few rare desperadoes who call Sporting Goods their home. They're constantly on the move, and constantly fighting bots. On the plus side, ammo is everywhere. On the minus side, you have to be quick, be on your toes, and be a good shot, or you're not gonna last long. Also, fighting robots who shoot back really sucks some times. Sporting Goods people are few and far between and are both respected and feared for their fighting skills."

Since every Wal-Mart is the size of a large city, the Sporting Goods area should also be large enough to hold it's own stadiums and teams. The Greenthumbs would hate Sport because they would have greenspace, both from the stadiums and practice fields, and from the untamed park area that the Camping Goods uses to test their rangers.

Once a year, there's a grand gladiatorial competition where every department sends their champion to fight in ritual combat, and incites a truce across Sport. It's a time of danger though, because the stockers love to "decorate" the area every year, but the festival of "Superb Owl Sunday" remains the high point of Sporting Goods's year.

===STATIONARY, OFFICE SUPPLIES & SCHOOL SUPPLIES===

Known as the Stationari, the people of the office supply department are organized into tightly regimented Daimyo. Trained from birth in the arts of yard-meter katana fighting and oragami, their hardened Samurai warriors are the best-trained and worst-equipped military men in the Wal. Each young fighter earns station by his deeds, starting when he has learned enough from his Sensei to fold his first suit of armor. It is rumored that some of their youngsters spend time among the Rafters to train in stealth and acrobatics, eventually moving on to become stealthy penjas capable of impaling or at least irritating their opponents with hurled pens and pencils.

Shoguns maintain large armies of Samurai and great hoards of peasants. The latter are charged with harvesting the choicest supplies from the shelves between Restockings, which are occasionally used for barter but more often to equip well-organized raids on neighboring departments. The Sport of the Stationari is terrifying to behold, except that they are almost entirely inequipped with Sporting Goods.

Improv samurai using pencils, tiered Shoguns and feudal Japan stuff, paper etc to fight,  focused on spreading tidiness and organization through Wal through military expeditions, fail miserably of course. Have fierce rivalry with Cerai, similar ideals. Fold paper armor to be Stationari, only use paper armor as status symbol, disrespected and mocked by other Departments (damn Bakagaijin), keep their influence to a minimum, too unordered for realm

===TOBACCO===

Native American smoke signallers, split between ‘clean’ Nicotine addicts and tobacco users, nicotine patch addicts are black lung raiders, fear Carcinnus and Tarrus demons who possess smokers and profess way of K’lean Livvin, live in makeshift temples, expels demons by removing lungs, (based on real life truth.org guys apparently but with even more hypocrisy), normal tobacco use lottery tickets as currency, have only working pachinko lottery machine (more on that later), no one gets winning lottery ticket, revere past winners?

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Tobacco dwellers use large towers and mirrors that act as signal devices. They burn stuff in these towers and the smoke, and reflected light are used to send message, in all likelihood this sets off the sprinkler systems. You have two normal factions here, those who smoke tobacco and find a sort of zen in it, and those who heed the warnings of the feared surgeon general and use nicotine products instead.

It's also home to the Black Lung Raiders, a tribe of vicious savages who worship the deity K'Lean Livvun, they sacrifice people in his name and pray to him so that he will spare them from the demons of Tarrun and Carrcinus. They believe the demons of Tarrun and Carcinnus can only be removed from a person's body by cutting out their lungs. They mark their territory with the lungs and skulls of their victims. I assume they live in temple fortresses and shun tobacco and liquor as tainted products.

====PACHINKO-LOTTERY====

Your players have actually managed to do it. They’ve found one of the rarest of items, a winning WalLottery ticket. It’s an unheard of feat and with it comes the opportunity to acquire a wonderfully useful item no one’s had in centuries; money. Now all they have to do is insert it into the pachinko lottery machine in Tobacco and hope for the best. Of course, it’s more likely that they’ll be once again endangered by this opportunity as you roll on the WalLottery chart for their reward…

WELCOME TO THE WALBRAND PACHINKO LOTTERY©*

WHICH PRIZE DO YOU WISH TO RECEIVE:

>CASH

>ITEM

>YOU HAVE SELECTED CASH

*(Consumers should be aware that prizes are not available across all areas, may be valued less than advertised, may be valued more than advertised, recipient may not receive prize from intended category, statutory genetic information my be collected from prize recipient, recipient's contact details may be forwarded to advertisers and intelligence agencies, faults commonly occur with Wal-Brand Service Drones© in nearby area, potential recipients health may be endangered by ozone formed by WalBrand Pachinko Lottery© Machine and that WalMart© and associated companies are not liable for any damages caused as a result of using these services.)

THANK YOU CUSTOMER AND GOOD LUCK

(DM Side Note once we actually get d100 chart: If you don't wish to use the random lottery prize table, that's perfectly fine. Just make up something. Go on, it's alright. The more darkly humorous and ironically excruciating to your players the better. Make them fear the almighty pachinko lottery. They'll forgive you eventually. Probably.)

(Also, include joke about 25 pound diamond size of human head in d100 table, cursed item, useless )

===TOYS===

Toys: Nevergrow and Dorfs, Dorfs build forts based on roleplay, have to share Toy with Nevergrows, Nevergrows feast on Age’B’Gone and are adults trapped in bodies of children (hence name), dorf forts constantly besieged by child bands, Dorf adventurers, Trappers etc, LARPers among them, RPG and recreation enthusiasts, live on an island in a toy lake, probably use fighting styles most in line with old ones. Nevergrows declare Wails on forts, are at war with basically ever department, yumdrops, have Wally’Mon cult

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The Toy Department is a realm of horror and suffering, inhabited by children addicted to age regression substances with terrifying side effects the it has become a region infested with psychotic children who are literally incapable of understanding morality, personal boundaries, or restraint. This Department is separated into a series of islands on an artificial lake. These Islands are home to dozens of fractious tribes of horrible creatures that the inhabitants of the Wal have come to call Nevergrow. Many generations ago a tribe of Nevergrow discovered an island full of "Traditional Gaming" paraphernalia. Study of these items produced a tribe that venerated the rulebooks and boardgames as holy items, eventually they ceased consuming the tainted "yumdrops" and began to work past the physical, and psychological damage caused by these substances. By no means are the Dorfs a perfect society, but in comparison to their neighbors they are a utopia. This has led to a problem.

Children instinctively hate and fear that is what is different and they have an uncanny ability to sense weakness. Dorfs do not consume Age'B'Gone n the same quantities as their psychotic cousins do since much of it is several years past its sell by date and causes the psychosis that make Nevergrow so monstrous. This means that many of them have hit puberty, and many in fact do grow old and die of old age, they also become hairier and stronger than their nevergrow cousins. Having something shiny is a good enough reason for a nevergrow to stab another nevergrow, having a beard is enough of a reason for Priests of the Mouse to declare a Wail. The Never grow constantly attempt to destroy the Dorfs and this has led to a society used to dealing with hardship not on a daily basis, but on an hourly basis. The Dorfs must cross the Toy Department's lake on makeshift rafts or enter the maintenance tunnels to enter the rest of the Wal in search of supplies, or they can push through the Toy department.

The Dorfs who venture out into the Wal by these methods (likely to die horrible ignominious deaths) are known as Adventurers, those few who survive to return are hailed as Heroes. Trappers, Stealthers, Engineers and even the lauded Modelers are as nothing compared to the returning Hero. You have dreamed of high adventure in the Wal for years now, you dream of slain monsters, looted treasure chests and the inevitable feast upon your triumphant return. You will venture out into the Wal and return victorious, nothing else is acceptable, after all losing is never fun.

Nevergrow dorfs are what happens when Nevergrow move into the traditional games outlet and teach themselves to read, enlightened by the holy texts of "pen and paper" they begin taking up the sacred art of "modeling" eventually this group becomes ostracized by their former comrades and they're cut off from supplies of yumdrops, going cold turkey is painful and may destroy the colony of Dorfs before it ever starts but if they survive their sociopathic and kleptomaniac tendencies will recede... and be replaced with other different psychological issues but those are always unique to the person in question. Regardless the Dorfs find a game whose backstory they like and then they model their culture and look on it, emphasizing Dwarf friendly aspects and eventually turning their island home into a hellishly complex fortress.

;Dorfan Arms and Armor: Until Dorfs break into the maintenance vents beneath their island home, or until they build a navy to cross the toy department lake they are bound by the constraints of their home and must make use of the toy department bridges to gather resources from their Nevergrow cousins. Nevergrow will quickly realize that the Dorfs are different from them, the onset of puberty brought on by a lack of Yumdrops being the most obvious trait for Nevergrow to pick up on.

;Lacking steel and the resources to forge it the dorfs will be forced to use whatever is on hand, exacto knives, legos, knex, erector sets, modeling kits, children's costumes, make a teddy bear kits etc, etc, to forge their weapons and armor. Held together one part by ingenuity, one part by hope and one part by modeling glue the early Dorfan efforts at arms and armor hold the line against the constant siege that their cousins place them under once they discover a population of strange, tiny adults among them.

;Dorfan Adventerers, Heros, and Ancients: Dorfs who leave their island for the rest of the Wal are called adventurers and greatly respected by their community, those who return are called heroes and their return is subject to an enormous celebration where the community feasts and celebrates and the returning hero regales his community with stories of his journeys.

Ancients are old dorfs, but they have useful knowledge and are first in line for Age'B'Gone doses when the gatherers bring these items back from raids, gathering missions or barter trips. The Ancients are subject to a form of hero worship and are revered for their knowledge and experience, many ancients are former heroes and the most likely candidate for nomination as an elder.

Some Dorfs never stop wandering, some are old, quite old, no one knows how old for sure. But occasionally they stop in at Dorf Fortresses and trade goods, weapons, stories, and useful information in exchange for doses of Age'B'Gone.

(Dorfs are somewhat mentally unstable due to Age’B’Gone usage and will throw tantrums and occasionally violent outbursts etc)

===Other===

Along with DIRE ANIMALS FROM CHEMS+ STOCKER FORCE FEEDING, TRIBES OF SEASONALS BLOODILY WORSHIPING CORPORATE HOLIDAYS (VALENTINES, CHRISTMAS), AGE’B’GONE, NEV’R’DOZ, FORCEFEEDING TO MAKE PETS, LAZY INCOMPETENT AIs WHO ARE INCONSPICUOUS, RANDOM INFORMATION WITHOUT CONTEXT, NO COMPLETE DATABASE, ONLY FRAGMENTS, RETURNERS, DAKKA AA TASER TURRETS ON ROOF, LIMB’B’BACK, ARENDEE IS A CURSE WORD, GUARDED WITH SECURITY TREASURES, GREETER ZOMBIES, (BOARD OF DIRECTORS AND MANAGERS DEAD IN UPRISING?), WALWORLD WITH SPACE MATERIAL RETRIEVAL TO FIELD MARTS, FATLORDS WHO WORSHIP BEETUS (OGRES) ON LAY’Z’BOY, LEGENDARY ITEMS BEING WALTECH, WALBURGER AND MORE

It has been decided that is is a darkly humorous world. Yes, it can be terrifying and can be hilarious but its contents should focus on “consumer satire” and mocking humor.