Another hot, sunny day was ahead of the inklings, octolings, and various other species inhabiting splatsville. All sorts of turf wars players and spectators were walking around town with cheery faces or weariness that hadn’t worn off from waking up yet. One Octoling, with Indigo colored ink was keeping an eye on an ongoing match, only to scoff and shake his head when one team began to slip up and loose their advantage. “what a weak display. A shame they showed up at all.”