End-of-Splatoon Thoughts.

End-of-Splatoon thoughts.

Thinking about how since the very start, Splatoon has had a feature where players can draw and post artwork and spot them as graffiti on walls or billboards. Or how the weapons have always been paint brushes and rollers and ballpoint pens. Since its inception, Splatoon has been dedicated to engaging its players with the act of creation and creative expression, showing them how their art can build communities and (literally) change the world.

Thinking about finding human-made music discs buried underground for thousands of years, and a grand finale music festival. About those human handprints etched into concrete in Alterna. Did those human artists know it would end like this? First a fiery death and then, eventually, a worldwide celebration of music to represent our shared past, present, and future. Did they know that their songs, insignificant in the face of extinction, would one day become the solution that will save the next dominant life-form from the same fate?

Thinking about how eerily similar the Octarian domes are to Alterna. About how close Inklings and Octolings were to repeating the same mistakes as humans. But their doomed fates were undone not by some miracle technology or military power or a rocket, but by music.

Thinking about how humans wiped themselves out with war, and our parting gifts were liquid crystals that somehow paired with the DNA of primeval inklings and somehow infused them with our memories and culture and a Song. And 12,000 years in the future, that same Song will end a war.

Thinking about how art and music and punk culture and rock & roll and friendly competition and petty arguments and water guns aren’t uniquely human concepts, but the fundamental qualities of intelligent life. An inheritable spirit that can cross evolutionary bounds.

Thinking about the theme of Splatoon, that art and music and fun will not die with the human race. That every piece of art we create is a seed we sow for future generations to reap. That our legacy is ingrained into the crust of the earth. That long after we’re gone, the oceans will remember, and they’ll pick up where we left off.

Thinking about how Splatoon says that the essence of humanity –– the thing that will outlive us –– isn't war or prejudice or destruction or greed, it's a song.

Hey guys, I'm at the out of bounds pizza stand, y'all want anything?

The Little Prince in the style of Mario Galaxy (Rosalina's storybook to be specific!)🪐🌙✨🦊 Fun experiment I've had in mind for a long time now

day 623 of drawing spamton every day until deltarune chapter 3

jokes that will literally never not be funny to me:

saying “speedrun strats” every time you fuck up

saying “first try” when you’ve tried the thing like 15 times, minimum

At that moment, he didn’t quite realize how foolish he had been. It seemed like the whole world was within his grasp once he saw a chance —his chance— to become something greater.

He did everything he could to step away from those other advertisement programs. To remove “Addison” from his name, from his appearance and his very being.

Slowly but gut-wrenchingly rapidly, he found his wish granted. Yet, it’s funny how his insides were anything but fulfilled; instead, they remained emptier than ever.

It was still dark. So dark. And it felt so wrong. That, after all, he got what he wanted.

Didn’t he…..?