Inkopolis was buzzing as usual, even in the middle of summer inklings and octolings crowded the narrow street and chattered excitedly. As you wandered around, you noticed an inkling with a little flag and waving it around frantically. The two of you made eye contact, and with a wide grin, he trotted over to where you were. "Hi! I'm Junior, it's nice to meet you! Are you from here, where are you from? Are you here to play?"

The bombardment of questions never seemed to end...