Me, my friends, my family, we all love Wal-Mart. Then again we're all big rednecks.. 😛
I'm actually helping someone create a "Wal-Mart D20" rpg. We're trying to get this pubished under a d20 modern setting. It takes place in the future, Wal-Mart declares global domination as the markets crash, everyone is forced to work for Wal-Mart and becomes an almost impervous communism. All people live "inside" Wal-Mart because Wal-Mart's original buisness managers died a long time ago, so now the aisles are endless, and people struggle day in and day out to simply get the supplies they need to survive. Robots (As seen with those damn computer casheers) serve as Wal-Mart's police, as they're cheaper and more efficent then humans. People are desitute and scared, and a common monster in this campaign is the "customer zombie". What is a customer zombie? Well, the pestecides in Wal-Mart's brands of food (which is the only one avaliable) leaves people after death a souless corpse, the pestecides create a germ that infects the brain and brings people "back to life" with one major purpose. To exsist as an animal. You see them slowly shuffeling aisle to aisle, groaning a product thier body so desires. "Balonga w/cheese.. Balonga w/cheese.." These abomonations may upset the more religous types, but fighting them is a losing game, because even the radical fundementalist shoots the zombie square in the head with his seven calibur, the zombie steps back as a hole is seen where half it's face use to be, and a new mission is set forth for this lifeless body.. "Tylenol.. Tylenol.."
last time I was there I saw a guy who was about 400pounds in a motorized chair (I'm sure he only needed it because he was so fat) with no shirt on. Seriously, if you are that disgusting of a human, how the hell do you get out the front door without putting on a damn shirt? nobody wants to look at your rolls and rolls of fat.