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I FINALLY FINISHED IT.

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I'm on Team Present, but please let them lose the whole thing because of all these Mirror Matches. Please, it would be so funny-

HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT I WON

I WON

OH MY GOD IM GOING APESHIT

YOOOOOOOO

CANT TAKE A GOOD PICTURE TO SAVE MY LIFE (IN GAME AND IRL) BUT LOOK WE DID IT !!!!!!!!!!! (I'm on the far right) YIPPEEEEEEEE

CONGRATS TEAM PAST, IT WAS AN HONOR FIGHTING TRICOLOR WITH YOU 🫡

the squid sisters were pitted against each other in the last two final fests

and this time they were on the same team and they won. together.

i'm normal

ID: A sad cat giving a thumbs up. End ID.

took me about 4 hours since Grandfest started but I’m officially a team present ruler :D I already got so many pictures too!!! This event is sooo fun I can tell they really put a bit of effort into it

what I love abt splatfests is when you go against your own team and everyone is usually vibing with one another

ggs to everyone who participated in Grand Fest! Great job team past for winning! Team present put up a good fight but we still lost by a good margin 😓

I made Grand Festival outfits for Omega-3!! If they are going to crash the party with their new song, they better do it in style (trying to mimic idol outfits but failing miserably) (the cellist has fucking lost it)

I could go on a long rant about the current events in Splatoon right now, but I'll do that later. Team Present, featuring The Specter!!

if you see me in game, please say hi!!

a very normal rant about the up and coming grand festival big run

So...that's all you have to say, huh?

"Didn't they learn after we sent them packing in the BIG Big Run?" "What possessed the Salmonids to go after the big event?" "Let's remind those Salmonids that we take our fun SERIOUSLY!"

That's it? That's all you have to say? Did we learn anything, my siblings of roe? Are we possessed? Are we concerned about the fun times of the Inkfish?

The audacity, the insolence, the stupidity!

For a long time, we have been at war with you freaks of nature. It was simple territorial skirmishes, a small disagreement of cultures and walks of life. But no, you've gone too far. For YEARS now, you have been straying further and further into the ocean where you no longer belong, stealing our young, killing our troops, and disrespecting our species with these words of hate. It spreads like volcanic ash, catching up in the minds of impressionable young land-walkers to take up arms and attack.

Death was supposed to be honorable. It was a new adventure, another path through time. It was a rebirth, giving back to the Earth. It was respectable, but you monsters ruined it. Look at the war now! Warriors die without any name, without any respect. They are forgotten, their bodies un-consumable due to your weaponry meant for your ink sports. They are forgotten, because everybody who knew them were also slaughtered. Their memory shall not be carried onto their children, because they are dead. You killed them. Do you understand the cycle of life and death? Or do you monsters only know death?

You have ruined our way of life seven-thousand fold. You have crashed into the circle of life, breaking it in many pieces. You have stepped on our backs, treating us like lesser animals. You do not see that we are warriors, fighting upstream to keep life moving on. You only see our scales and teeth, frying pans and slimy ink. You only see profit from our unborn children, who you kidnap and kill by the millions in only a few days.

Your fun is nothing compared to your sins against us. Time will not remember your 'grand festival', and as the lights dim, it shall be lost to the sands of time. Time is unforgiving and violent in a subtle way. You will find yourself slowing down before it all fades to black. The past goes on forever, the future goes on forever, and the present is nowhere in the straight everlasting line. Your festival is meaningless indeed, because nobody will remember it.

But now, we shall remember your sins. Your past, present, and future lay in our fins, and we shall not hold it gently. You have broken us beyond repair, and we will return the favor. Buildings will be crushed, streets cut through, and bodies given back to Mother Earth, for she is hungry for fresh flesh who avoid her jaws. You may call us mad, and that is correct; we have gone mad, but so have you.

Listen as the drums pound, and your minds are filled with music of the culture you have alienated for far too long. The song tangles you in strings, cut with a bow. You will be blasted into oblivion by the horrors we have in store. It is not horror to us, because the true horror we face is you and your monster's sins. We are not afraid to be insane. We are not afraid of you.