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It's interesting to me that I've seen and read a number of different post-apocalyptic takes on Disney parks. I guess to some extent, they are so iconic, that if you are going to portray the "end of the world as we know it," it makes for a very effective symbol of our society demolished. But I wonder if there isn't also a bit of twisted wish-fulfillment involved as well, one that I would express as "Disney has lost its way, so part of me would almost rather see it destroyed than continue to evolve into something hollow and pointless."
Then there is the fact that it's just kind of cool to envision familiar places in a state of ruin or distortion.
Whatever the case, I've made a couple of contributions to this notion myself. Back in the early nineties, I created a role playing game taking place in Central Florida after a virulent strain of encephalitis has decimated the population. It involved tribes and factions, some with access to technology and weapons and others relying on primitive means and their own wits to survive - bla bla bla. It didn't play as well as it looked on paper, and I abandoned it after a single test run.
Just this year, I wrote a short short story for a project my brother is still completing. He is putting out a CD/book combo - basically a concept album with accompanying short fiction - about a post-oil world. I contributed a little story that I will post right here in a moment.
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