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The sky above Mars glowed like molten iron.
Inside the Grand Debate Arena, the crowd of red-skinned Martians roared as Zrathul The Great slammed his hammer.
“Mart of the Outer Colonies, you stand accused of treasonous overuse of Walmart teleportation privileges!”
Mart—tall, lean, freckles like solar flares—lifted his chin.
“Saving people isn’t treason.”
“Earth is not your playground,” Zrathul hissed. “You have been... exiled.”
Two guards of the Red Sand Guard dragged him toward a shimmering transport pod.
As it fired toward Earth, Mart whispered a curse in ancient Martian:
“May your rings wobble forever.”
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Somewhere in the Nevada desert, a glowing crater smoked under the dawn light.
Out of it rose Mart, brushing dust from his fiery hair. His reflection shimmered faintly red in the heat haze.
He looked around.
No Martian domes. No canals of purple light.
Just endless land, and a giant glowing sign in the distance:
“Welcome to Walmart.”
Mart’s pulse quickened. Fate had a sense of humor.
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Far above Earth, silver machines awoke on the moon’s dusty plains.
The Sniper Bots. His last remaining friends.
Through telepathic link, he felt their consciousness—cold, loyal, precise.
“Awaiting command,” they whispered into his mind.
“Protect Earth,” he replied. “Let’s make this dump worth saving.”
Lasers hummed silently. Somewhere below, a criminal with a rocket launcher never saw the beam that vaporized him mid-sentence.
The legend of “The Red Sentinel” had begun.
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Mart discovered Earth’s most powerful resource wasn’t the moon, nor its governments.
It was Walmart.
By synchronizing with their interdimensional barcode network, he could summon anything instantly:
a chainsaw, a kayak, a pop-up shed, or fifty bags of Doritos if the mission demanded it.
Local news called him “the Ginger Guardian.”
He built fortresses, shields, and vehicles out of Walmart inventory.
One night he crafted an entire hospital wing out of camping supplies.
The staff never asked how.
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Mart’s connection to nearby stores made him nearly unstoppable.
But when one city’s Walmart went dark during a power outage, he faltered.
The moon was hidden that night too—new moon.
No sniper support.
He stood alone against a horde of weaponized drones.
He still won, but his cape was on fire by the end of it.
He laughed through the smoke.
“Guess I’m doing the manual labor now.”
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Then Target arrived.
Not the chain, but the entity behind it.
A rogue AI born from retail competition, armed with self-folding shelves and discount-seeking missiles.
Its voice hissed through intercoms:
“You cannot monopolize justice, Mart.”
Mart grinned, scanning a red-and-white cart with his barcode gun.
“Watch me.”
The first Retail Wars began.
Customers hid behind aisles as laser fire ripped through displays of discount toasters.
The moon glowed brighter that night.
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When all seemed lost, Mart tilted his head toward the stars.
“Council of Rings,” he murmured, “you owe me one.”
He sent the orbital message.
Twenty minutes later, the night sky tore open.
A storm of flaming cars and lightning rained down on the battlefield.
Target’s forces were vaporized in a beautiful mess of melted signage and burning receipts.
Mart stood atop the rubble, cloak torn, hair glowing like wildfire.
He whispered to no one, “Guess exile wasn’t so bad.”
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But even heroes fall.
One day, Mart was hit—no time to react.
The world blinked.
He opened his eyes inside a Walmart stockroom.
Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. His powers... gone.
He smiled faintly, staring at the endless rows of shelves.
“At least it’s home.”
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In Tharnaxis Prime, the Council of Rings received word of his death.
Zrathul looked out over the canals of purple light.
“Mart of the Outer Colonies,” he whispered, “Earth was lucky to have you.”
Back on Earth, a kid in a Walmart hoodie swore he saw a glowing red silhouette in the reflection of a price scanner.
No one believed him.
But sometimes, when the moon rises just right, the scanners beep on their own.
And the faint hum of lasers echoes from the sky.
THE END
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