You were walking through inkopolis square, and every inkling and octoling in inkopolis square is noticeably hyped for the upcoming splat fest that would occur now that it was the beginning of winter. Many turf wars teams were out and about. You can see team blue energetically (and chaotically) exploring, and team Emperor silently and audibly judging everyone else. In particular, you notice Army, The leader of team orange glancing over at you and writing in his notebook simultaneously