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silvergarnet12 · 11 months ago

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Splatoon was the first Nintendo game to push me out of my comfort zone of single player games, and with the closure of it's servers I wanted to draw a tribute to a game that really means a lot to me.

Some long rambles about the game under the cut.

When I first played the Global Testfire I was 15, and the only mutliplayer games I played were with friends in the same room.

Splatoon was also the first shooter I ever picked up, as I always liked bright colours over more realistic graphics in my games, and back then the only shooters I knew about were Halo(and that was only really a name to me!) and the CoD games.

Any worries I had about being bad quickly vanished as the sheer vibe of chaotic fun the game had, particularly when no one had played it before, got rid of any worries, and all I remember is having fun. And choosing to play as the guy instead of the girl for the first time, solely becuase I wanted a ponytail like in real life(I would continue to use the guy through the series as a tradition, a contrast to what I saw most people online doing).

When the game came out I binged the single player, and vividly remember the first time I fought DJ Octavio, and the first time I heard Calamari Inkantation. If ever a game was to convince me that a song could irreversibly change your life, it was Splatoon. Because to teenage me, in that moment, with Calamari Inkantation playing in the background while I fought an octupus DJ, it did.

It gave me terminal brainworms for this series. And here I am, 8 yrs later. Older and more tired, been through some shit, had some good times, tried, succeeded and failed in things throughout the years.

I've always been grateful that they made the decision for the player character from 1 to return, everytime they've shown up it's felt a bit like seeing an old friend, especially since as the games time skips have always had them close to my age(which probably helped my attachement back in the first game). So hi Three, can't believe we both probably pay taxes now.

I have the original two Inkling Amiibos, in a collection that is slowly building, I'm still attached to Marie, and yes I was on her team for the Final Splatfest.

I cried when it was over, just like I did in 2's Final Fest(I was team chaos, two for two baby!) and will probably do so for 3's as well. Something about this series just makes me super attached to it's world and characters.

So booyah Splatoon, my final online game of yours was well and truly years ago, but I replayed story mode to share you with a friend recently, and I think I'll refight Octavio tonight in honour of the good times.

You encouraged me to try out games I wouldn't have otherwise(hello Overwatch and Deep Rock Galactic), and outlasted one of the other major games of my teenage years(...Overwatch 1 I miss you). So thank you for that.

I'll miss Squid Jump, Inkstrike, the og kit for the NZap 89(why does it's new one not vibe with me ;-;), the Squid Sister's broadcasts and the more saturated colours. At least I can always return to the Plaza in 3, and that Spyke isn't dead like I was concerned he was when 3 released, and see the Squid Sisters perform during Splatfests again.

I have so much more to say in my heart about you but no more ways to word it.

You've been a fantastic game, and will always be a treasured experience that I am grateful to have been a apart of from the very beginning.

Now bring back Moray Towers in 3 damn it! It's in 2 but I DON'T WANT TO LOSE MY FAVOURITE STAGE IF IT"S NOT IN 4.

#splatoon #splatoon shutdown #my art #wii u #nintendo

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emile-hides · 4 years ago

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Second kid

Part two of my Found Family Overwatch self-insert story, staring me and my squad. This time how I wound up adopting my lovely daughter @bopin-lucio-beets

In which I go back to work

“Well hello, little one~” Zenyatta happily cooed as a now one-year old Ari crawled her way onto his lap.

I glanced up from adjusting Genji’s arm just to be sure she was safe. Yes, I trusted Zenyatta, but it was a nervous habit I’d picked up. Ari was constantly getting into things she shouldn’t, and she’d pulled more than a few cables while being handled by Omnics.

As to be expected, Zenyatta handled Ari perfect. He floated gently off the ground and pet her hair, softly cooing his hellos down to her. I felt myself let out a relaxed sigh.

“Are you ready for this?” Genji’s question snapped my attention back to him.

“Huh?” Was all I could muster, he took his half repaired arm from my hold and flicked my forehead.

“Traveling with me to Japan, more specifically leaving Ari. You’ve been stressed about it all day.” He was... correct. Genji could, unfortunately, read me like a book.

“It’ll be fine.” I said, more for my own comfort than his, “The monks are all very caring, and Cross will be back from Con in a few days. I just hope she doesn’t say her first words while I’m gone...” I drift back to looking at Ari, who was now babbling nonsense to Zenyatta, to listened and nodded as though she was speaking the Iris Gospel.

“Besides, you need me.” I snatched Genji’s arm back, huffing, “Who else is gonna fix you up after you kick your brother’s teeth in?” I smirked.

Genji rolled his eyes and leaned on the table, “We’re not going to fight... Well I’M not going to fight, just defend and speak to him. No attacking.”

“Uh-huh...” I say, unconvinced as I return to fiddling with Genji’s shuriken dispenser.

With one final baby bah noise from Ari, Zenyatta chuckled, “You are so wise, young one.” He lifted her up, placing the baby on the table, “You two should be going soon, the plane won’t wait forever.” The monk gently took Ari’s tiny hand in his own, waving it, “Say bye-bye to daddy, little one~ Bye-bye uncle Genji~”

Of course, all that came from Ari was a little wah, but it was enough to make my heart weep. I gently hugged the baby, kissing her head, “I’ll be home soon, okay? Be good for all your Uncles and Aunties, okay?”

Another babble and a little pat to my face was our send off.

In Hanamura, Genji and I set up in a hotel far enough away from Shimada castle as to avoid being noticed on the streets. Not that anyone would recognize either of us.

I’d already checked in with Zenyatta on how Ari is doing. He sent me a picture of her laying in the snow in her snowsuit. I missed her already.

“You need to stop.” Genji said, snatching my phone, “This should be like a vacation. Relax a little.” He tried, I just sunk into the bed.

“I can’t. I won’t. I will lay here and suffer.”

“I know a good arcade~” Genji leaned over my slunk form.

I glared up at him, with no intention of going.

The arcade was pretty cool, though. Four floors, a big poster of the rising gamer, Hana Song, all times of games. I kicked Genji’s ass at ski-ball, won a handful of Pachamari in a claw game, and admired Genji’s locked in high scores on almost every game.

It was the break I needed.

Kill a kid ran into my leg.

“Daddy!” He cried, clinging tightly onto my thigh, tears streaming down his face.

“W-Woh, h-hey...” I gently pat his head, “I-I’m sorry, I-I’m not...” I trailed off when the kid looked up, his bright blue eyes full of tears.

Genji stepped in quickly, lowering down to the blond child’s level. He asked the panicked kid something in Japanese. He just hugged my leg tighter.

I gently pet his hair and knelt down beside him, “Are you lost, honey?” I asked gently. The kid nodded. So he spoke English, that was good at least. “Okay. It’s okay. We’ll help you. I’m Emile, this is my friend, Genji, he’s a ninja. Cool, right?” I tried.

The child looked at Genji, gripping my shirt, “A... real Ninja...?” He asked, timidly.

Genji nodded, “Yeah! Look!” In excitement, Genji flicked his wrist, releasing three shurikens from his reload. The kid immediately stopped looking scared, and excitedly reached for the throwing stars.

I quickly stopped him, of course, “So, what’s your name?” I turned him back to face me as Genji hid away his shuriken.

“Jojo!” The boy smiled.

“Jojo. Good. And where did you last see your daddy, Jojo?”

“Outside. Some big guys in suits wanted to talk to him.”

Genji gained a look of concern and joined us back on the ground, “Big guys in suits...?”

Jojo nodded, “Yeah! Really big! Like giants!” He over exaggerated.

I looked to Genji, he rubbed his arm and glanced around the arcade for a moment before looking back to me. Despite his visor, I could tell he wanted us to get out of here.

“Okay then... Jojo, is it okay if I pick you up?” I asked. The little boy nodded, and I quickly scooped him from the floor, following Genji as we quickly exited the arcade.

Is this kidnapping? Probably, to some extent. He wasn’t our kid, and weren’t positive his father was assassinated by the Shimada clan, but as we rush walked down the streets of Hanamura, it became increasingly more obvious he probably was.

So. Back at the hotel with some random kid. Luckily, he’d fallen asleep on the walk back.

“Now what??” I whisper shouted at Genji as he paced a circle into the carpet.

“I don’t know! We can’t leave him here, or take him to the police. The clan has no morals, he’s a witness, they’ll take him out too!” Genji panic whisper shouted back, running his fingers though his hair.

I rubbed my temples and sank into a hotel chair, “We could figure out where he came from, take him home?” I suggested. Genji shook his head.

“The clan has resources outside of Japan, they’ll find him...”

“They’ll go though all that for a four year old who maybe saw his dad get kidnapped?” I tilted my head. Genji gave me a clearly panicked glance. I sighed and beckoned him over.

Genji sat on the floor infront of my chair, I tilted his head forward and opened his neck paneling, gently readjusting the wiring hidden inside. “Deep breaths. In the nose, out the mouth.” I told him.

The cyborg took a shaky breath in, then released it, relaxing a bit.

“We’ve got the kid. He’s safe, he’s blissfully unaware, and he’s sleeping. Right now, everything’s fine.”

Genji nodded, leaning back on my knees.

“You still want to go meet Hanzo tonight?”

He shook his head, closing his eyes and he sunk down onto the floor a bit.

“You gonna sleep right there?” I chuckled a bit. Genji nodded, smiling a bit. I chuckled at him, petting his hair, “Genji cat returns...” I joked.

The next morning, I found my luggage packed, and an excited little Jojo tied to Genji’s back.

I didn’t have much time to question anything before we were on a plane back to Nepal, our relaxing trip cut short.

I walked into my small, two bedroom home with Baby Ari in one arm, and a 4 year old excitedly clinging to the other.

“I’m back...” I said, half awake to what I assumed to be an empty home.

However, Cross was also home early. They poked their head from the kitchen, glanced down at the excited toddler, slowly looked to me with a look that read they hadn’t slept in three days.. and went back into the kitchen.

#Emile's Arts #Jojoa is adopted!!! Yay!!!#For the purpose of plot Jojoa's dad is a con-artist who used Jojoa in his cons #And eventually.. conned the wrong people and got himself killed #No where to go #Soon after this Ari probably says her first words #And it's either Jojo or something brother related #Or maybe she just says Cross while I'm trying to explain to Cross why I brought home another child #Who knows #Anyway there's one more child to be adopted after this one #Moss's story! Which might get a smidgen heavier?#Maybe. It'll also be when Zayne gets to step in as well #And Cross gets to do more than leave the scene exausted #That'll be tommorrow night maybe #Or later tonight if I can't play Overwatch

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