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104.248.177.86: /* PETS & ANIMALS */

2019-10-17T17:58:33Z

PETS & ANIMALS

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	"Remember, show no fear in the face of the Pets, a man who fears the pets is their prey."		"Remember, show no fear in the face of the Pets, a man who fears the pets is their prey."

	The Pets & Animals Department conjures images of a past where of Parakeets chirping away in bird cages, Kittens playing in pens, and Puppies rollicking in wood shavings. This is not the Pets Department of the Wal. Generations ago someone placed something dark and terrible beneath its aisles and its horrible progeny spilled upward into the Wal, developed and bred by the dutiful Stocker hands. Vicious omnivorous birds, enormous hunting cats, mutated dogs that heeled to no man. When the Petmaster Elders speak of the past they speak with a certain nostalgic fondness. At first it seemed like the threat could be contained and prevented from spreading. But soon Sekurtee began a desperate, losing battle against the monsters that roamed the aisles. Now there’s a new way of doing things. The monsters of yesterday are the friends of today. Flocks of birds are trained from birth to do the bidding of Tamers, Battle Tabbies are loosed upon enemies on a frequent basis and rarely the Dogs of War ~~are~~ allowed to rampages. The Lair of Arendee is now the source for 5 ton snakes with 3 heads, birds the size of buildings and massive ants that spit acid. Your tribe fights a never ending battle again monsters that others can scarcely imagine. Sekuretee is a sacred order that fights against a never ending wave of beasts that grow ever stranger and more deadly. Your people are used to hardship and terror, you are no exception. You have fought alongside Pets and hunted monsters in the field. You know your way around rifles and swords. Today you venture into the Wal to hunt.		The Pets & Animals Department conjures images of a past where of Parakeets chirping away in bird cages, Kittens playing in pens, and Puppies rollicking in wood shavings. This is not the Pets Department of the Wal. Generations ago someone placed something dark and terrible beneath its aisles and its horrible progeny spilled upward into the Wal, developed and bred by the dutiful Stocker hands. Vicious omnivorous birds, enormous hunting cats, mutated dogs that heeled to no man. When the Petmaster Elders speak of the past they speak with a certain nostalgic fondness. At first it seemed like the threat could be contained and prevented from spreading. But soon Sekurtee began a desperate, losing battle against the monsters that roamed the aisles. Now there’s a new way of doing things. The monsters of yesterday are the friends of today. Flocks of birds are trained from birth to do the bidding of Tamers, Battle Tabbies are loosed upon enemies on a frequent basis and rarely are the Dogs of War allowed to rampages. The Lair of Arendee is now the source for 5 ton snakes with 3 heads, birds the size of buildings and massive ants that spit acid. Your tribe fights a never ending battle again monsters that others can scarcely imagine. Sekuretee is a sacred order that fights against a never ending wave of beasts that grow ever stranger and more deadly. Your people are used to hardship and terror, you are no exception. You have fought alongside Pets and hunted monsters in the field. You know your way around rifles and swords. Today you venture into the Wal to hunt.

	(INTRO HASN’T YET BEEN FULLY APPROVED, SEK-UR-TEE IS DISPUTED, COULD USE OLD SPLAT DESCRIPTION IF YOU WISH. ALSO HAS BEEN EDITED SLIGHTLY.)		(INTRO HASN’T YET BEEN FULLY APPROVED, SEK-UR-TEE IS DISPUTED, COULD USE OLD SPLAT DESCRIPTION IF YOU WISH. ALSO HAS BEEN EDITED SLIGHTLY.)

104.248.177.86: /* PETS & ANIMALS */

2019-10-17T17:57:24Z

PETS & ANIMALS

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	"Remember, show no fear in the face of the Pets, a man who fears the pets is their prey."		"Remember, show no fear in the face of the Pets, a man who fears the pets is their prey."

	The Pets & Animals Department conjures images an past where of Parakeets chirping away in bird cages, Kittens playing in pens, and Puppies rollicking in wood shavings. This is not the Pets Department of the Wal. Generations ago someone placed something dark and terrible beneath its aisles and its horrible progeny spilled upward into the Wal, developed and bred by the dutiful Stocker hands. Vicious omnivorous birds, enormous hunting cats, mutated dogs that heeled to no man. When the Petmaster Elders speak of the past they speak with a certain nostalgic fondness. At first it seemed like the threat could be contained and prevented from spreading. But soon Sekurtee began a desperate, losing battle against the monsters that roamed the aisles. Now there’s a new way of doing things. The monsters of yesterday are the friends of today. Flocks of birds are trained from birth to do the bidding of Tamers, Battle Tabbies are loosed upon enemies on a frequent basis and rarely the Dogs of War are allowed to rampages. The Lair of Arendee is now the source for 5 ton snakes with 3 heads, birds the size of buildings and massive ants that spit acid. Your tribe fights a never ending battle again monsters that others can scarcely imagine. Sekuretee is a sacred order that fights against a never ending wave of beasts that grow ever stranger and more deadly. Your people are used to hardship and terror, you are no exception. You have fought alongside Pets and hunted monsters in the field. You know your way around rifles and swords. Today you venture into the Wal to hunt.		The Pets & Animals Department conjures images of a past where of Parakeets chirping away in bird cages, Kittens playing in pens, and Puppies rollicking in wood shavings. This is not the Pets Department of the Wal. Generations ago someone placed something dark and terrible beneath its aisles and its horrible progeny spilled upward into the Wal, developed and bred by the dutiful Stocker hands. Vicious omnivorous birds, enormous hunting cats, mutated dogs that heeled to no man. When the Petmaster Elders speak of the past they speak with a certain nostalgic fondness. At first it seemed like the threat could be contained and prevented from spreading. But soon Sekurtee began a desperate, losing battle against the monsters that roamed the aisles. Now there’s a new way of doing things. The monsters of yesterday are the friends of today. Flocks of birds are trained from birth to do the bidding of Tamers, Battle Tabbies are loosed upon enemies on a frequent basis and rarely the Dogs of War are allowed to rampages. The Lair of Arendee is now the source for 5 ton snakes with 3 heads, birds the size of buildings and massive ants that spit acid. Your tribe fights a never ending battle again monsters that others can scarcely imagine. Sekuretee is a sacred order that fights against a never ending wave of beasts that grow ever stranger and more deadly. Your people are used to hardship and terror, you are no exception. You have fought alongside Pets and hunted monsters in the field. You know your way around rifles and swords. Today you venture into the Wal to hunt.

	(INTRO HASN’T YET BEEN FULLY APPROVED, SEK-UR-TEE IS DISPUTED, COULD USE OLD SPLAT DESCRIPTION IF YOU WISH. ALSO HAS BEEN EDITED SLIGHTLY.)		(INTRO HASN’T YET BEEN FULLY APPROVED, SEK-UR-TEE IS DISPUTED, COULD USE OLD SPLAT DESCRIPTION IF YOU WISH. ALSO HAS BEEN EDITED SLIGHTLY.)

104.248.177.86: /* Hunters */

2019-10-17T17:47:16Z

Hunters

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	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.		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 ~~whose~~ relations have ~~gone~~ sour.		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.		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.

2601:602:8A00:BD4:99D2:B3B0:EEAB:B333: /* RAFTERS */

2019-07-08T01:03:31Z

RAFTERS

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	===RAFTERS===		===RAFTERS===

	Crazy hyper agile people who live among the rafters, constantly migrating to avoid swarms of ~~dealy~~ 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.)		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===		===RESIDENTIAL===

86.172.183.152 at 16:30, 27 May 2016

2016-05-27T16:30:49Z

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	Not knowing anything about the setting except for an Anon's brief description, /tg/ decided to make its own version. Awesome ensued. Another few anons started some more threads a few years later, and awesome continued to ensue, culminating in a fleshed-out campaign setting.		Not knowing anything about the setting except for an Anon's brief description, /tg/ decided to make its own version. Awesome ensued. Another few anons started some more threads a few years later, and awesome continued to ensue, culminating in a fleshed-out campaign setting.

	After the collapse of civilization only giant stores are left, now sometimes the size of small countries, ~~who's~~ spread heralded the fall and where the survivors scavenge even now, hiding from the heavily armed Stocker robots and the insane Cults of the Smiling Face.		After the collapse of civilization only giant stores are left, now sometimes the size of small countries, whose spread heralded the fall and where the survivors scavenge even now, hiding from the heavily armed Stocker robots and the insane Cults of the Smiling Face.

	Associated writefaggotry has been moved to a [[Tales from the Wal\| new page]]. This is the first part of ongoing cleanup. Use the Talk page if you want to help or hold it up..		Associated writefaggotry has been moved to a [[Tales from the Wal\| new page]]. This is the first part of ongoing cleanup. Use the Talk page if you want to help or hold it up..

76.72.23.236: /* ELECTRONICS */

2015-09-11T08:28:26Z

ELECTRONICS

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	'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.		'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. ~~Eogon~~ 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. ~~Yo;u~~ get the idea.		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 are hated by everyone though, they steal other 'TronBoyz tech, then claim it was their idea all along,

76.72.23.236: /* STATIONAY, OFFICE SUPPLIES & SCHOOL SUPPLIES */

2015-09-11T08:13:57Z

STATIONAY, OFFICE SUPPLIES & SCHOOL SUPPLIES

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	At first glance the Sporting Goods Department seems strangely barren. The aisles are devoid of any noticeable life, the occasional green playing fields sullen and uncared for. The lack of population seems to be a mystery to all but the Sportsmen themselves as they are the ones who experience the disinterested brutality of the automated security who roam the area, supposed to guard the mounds of weapons scattered throughout. Being WalMart products, it’s unsurprising that these drones preferred to kill harmless children than prevent dangerous sporting goods from falling into the hands of unlicensed psychopaths. For those that do survive, life as a Sportsman is a constant game of escaping prying eyes and deadly claws and you know it more than most. Even with the constant aura of death, you worked to hone your skills shooting, tackling and sprinting whilst dodging laser blasts and your violent Teammates. You slowly improved, waiting for the opportunity of a lifetime; participation in the Superb Owl Sunday, the ultimate gathering of Sportsmen. You would score for your team, notice every improper pass made offside during the third quarter of overtime in a five point shooting zone, note every inebriated change to the rules made by a First One of either Mad Den or Maid Den. But that opportunity still hasn’t come. No act seems to satisfy, no feat truly worthy. Not one for patience, you’ve decided to forge your own destiny and venture into the Wal with your sporting goods, seeking fame and experience enough to maybe earn you that prestigious spot.		At first glance the Sporting Goods Department seems strangely barren. The aisles are devoid of any noticeable life, the occasional green playing fields sullen and uncared for. The lack of population seems to be a mystery to all but the Sportsmen themselves as they are the ones who experience the disinterested brutality of the automated security who roam the area, supposed to guard the mounds of weapons scattered throughout. Being WalMart products, it’s unsurprising that these drones preferred to kill harmless children than prevent dangerous sporting goods from falling into the hands of unlicensed psychopaths. For those that do survive, life as a Sportsman is a constant game of escaping prying eyes and deadly claws and you know it more than most. Even with the constant aura of death, you worked to hone your skills shooting, tackling and sprinting whilst dodging laser blasts and your violent Teammates. You slowly improved, waiting for the opportunity of a lifetime; participation in the Superb Owl Sunday, the ultimate gathering of Sportsmen. You would score for your team, notice every improper pass made offside during the third quarter of overtime in a five point shooting zone, note every inebriated change to the rules made by a First One of either Mad Den or Maid Den. But that opportunity still hasn’t come. No act seems to satisfy, no feat truly worthy. Not one for patience, you’ve decided to forge your own destiny and venture into the Wal with your sporting goods, seeking fame and experience enough to maybe earn you that prestigious spot.

	===~~STATIONAY~~, OFFICE SUPPLIES & SCHOOL SUPPLIES===		===STATIONARY, OFFICE SUPPLIES & SCHOOL SUPPLIES===

	Stationari (Stationary, Office Supplies & School Supplies) Intro		Stationari (Stationary, Office Supplies & School Supplies) Intro

1d4chan>Oogalook: /* Note to GMs */

2015-08-12T13:37:28Z

Note to GMs

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			Sample conversation:

			"Go to the aquatic section, they said. Easy meal, they said."

			"Great Sam Above, whose been feeding you all these lies!"

			"The same speed freak assholes who told me accepting gifts from the pharmacy tribes was a good idea."

			"Ah yes, Auto. I have been told stories of their sense of 'humor'."

			"Why would you accept anything from Pharmacy? It's all junkies and robots who want to make more junkies down there."

	==Stories==		==Stories==