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the-specter · 4 days ago

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I promise that whatever is happening in Inkopolis right now is not my fault. I have no idea what is going on, the magnetic field shift that is causing this is not because of me.

Please, stay safe. I'm sorry

#now is all we have left #this is relation to whatever is going on in Splatoon irl #I came back from school to 53 messages there

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the-specter · 7 days ago

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you don't need to, I am fine alone.

...i need to check on lee

THE END IS NEAR

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the-specter · 7 days ago

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it feels like im rotting from the inside out

the ground is swallowing my body, but has no plans to consume its flesh. It knows my flesh is too disgusting for consumption, and it has a purgatory just for me deep in the darkness.

i can feel it move. it is choking me. it is slithering under me, brushing against my scales. it disgusts me. my body disgusts me.

i feel like im rotting the end is near the end is near the end is near the end is near the end is near the end is near

THE END IS NEAR

#now is all we have left

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the-specter · 7 days ago

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THE END IS NEAR

#now is all we have left

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the-specter · 11 days ago

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....yes, they get louder, and they get softer. My...curse drives me crazy sometimes, but at least thinking about the present helps me focus in on the moment and ignore them if they talk too loudly.

Lee was on team Present for the Grand Fest when it did happen, and dragged me along to the show (I snuck in). While I did keep to the shadows, I thought it was pleasant to get away from the voices of long ago to live in the moment with the inkfish. Fascinating creatures.

I was watching a group of salmon runners at Bonerattle Arena today, a group of octoling girls. They were ruthless, and yet through the bloodshed, they shouted booyah.

The main thing I observed was how they defended the eggs they stole with their lives. They killed any warrior who came their way when they retrieved them from a fallen boss, and slaughtered any snatcher trying to take them rightfully back.

This was of great interest to me. Why do these Inkfish defend these eggs with their life, even if they aren't theirs? I'm probably reading into this far too much, they get paid to take what isn't theirs. But the way they protected the eggs like we do...it intrigues me greatly.

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the-specter · 12 days ago

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Such a strange phenomena. One side marches together for survival and to celebrate the cycle, the other for fun and competition. But they both march on their respective sides. And they protect the same eggs, stolen or not.

Inkfish fascinate me. They truly do.

I was watching a group of salmon runners at Bonerattle Arena today, a group of octoling girls. They were ruthless, and yet through the bloodshed, they shouted booyah.

The main thing I observed was how they defended the eggs they stole with their lives. They killed any warrior who came their way when they retrieved them from a fallen boss, and slaughtered any snatcher trying to take them rightfully back.

This was of great interest to me. Why do these Inkfish defend these eggs with their life, even if they aren't theirs? I'm probably reading into this far too much, they get paid to take what isn't theirs. But the way they protected the eggs like we do...it intrigues me greatly.

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the-specter · 12 days ago

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I was watching a group of salmon runners at Bonerattle Arena today, a group of octoling girls. They were ruthless, and yet through the bloodshed, they shouted booyah.

The main thing I observed was how they defended the eggs they stole with their lives. They killed any warrior who came their way when they retrieved them from a fallen boss, and slaughtered any snatcher trying to take them rightfully back.

This was of great interest to me. Why do these Inkfish defend these eggs with their life, even if they aren't theirs? I'm probably reading into this far too much, they get paid to take what isn't theirs. But the way they protected the eggs like we do...it intrigues me greatly.

#now is all we have left #salmon run #salmonid #splatoon rp #oc rp #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon ask blog #splatoon roleplay #OOC: I was playing salmon run and it made me realize how similar the protection of the eggs were between inkfish and salmon #so now we're here with the specter pondering thy egg

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the-specter · 22 days ago

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Hello again Inkfish of the digital realm.

I do not want to start this with a "I have returned" but rather as a declaration of apology.

...I was not in the right mindset. Everything had gotten too much for me to handle over the past few months. From Big Big Run, to the Grand Run, to the return of Wahoo World, I've gone down a spiral of bad mental health. The ghosts of the past roared in my ears, screaming for vengeance of an unfair war, screaming for freedom. I acted out of selfishness, believing myself to be the only one who could make change. I was afraid that if I didn't do something now, the rest of Salmonid civilization would fall.

I hurt so many unlucky Inkfish in Wahoo World, and hurt so many of their families. The horrors of war drive us to do unjust things. Death is a part of life, a part of the cycle, but...it doesn't feel that way anymore. No longer are our warriors given the proper funerals they were promised. They are left to rot.

Inkfish, it is not your fault. It never has been. It's never been ours either.

It's just...a difference in viewpoint. This war will never end, and we will never fully combine our worlds for the rest of time. We all want to preserve our culture, and we all have the right to do that. To live, to die, all in our own cycles in life.

But that way of life and death is being threatened. Earlier this month, Lee received a message, worry some at least and terrifying at best. Lee told me about it, crossing the ocean to find me. The message sent me on a path to reassess my situation and return to a better state of mentality. I know I am a monster to many, and I see myself as that, but I could at least make peace with my existence and become something better.

A mentor, a guide, a fairer of the dead, an observer, a learner, a force of nature, that force being peaceful. As I once was.

Mitraphylysis is one of the multiple Salmonid 'gods' that we believe in. And if Cohozuna, Horrorboros, and Megalodontia tell Inkfish anything, our gods are very real. This creature is the bringer of the end, the king of kings, the summoner of the end of the salmon run. The message Lee received was from it.

It has been growing in strength ever since the Grand Run, and...I can feel it moving under the deepest parts of the sea. It's like my own flesh is crawling beneath my skin and scales, like a slimy eel trying to break out. It disgusts me far more than any interaction with the spirits lost at sea ever will.

The most furious of the Salmonid clans are summoning it, feeding it, nurturing it. If they can't win, nobody will.

I don't want the world to end. The cycle must continue, the cycle of life and death must never break. Despite the damages done to it by Grizzco, it still runs. We still swim upstream despite the odds, clinging onto the hope that our children will live and carry the culture of the Salmonid race on. Life is an experience that is haunting yet beautiful. Life cannot start without death. Death is only a part of life.

We can't let the world end. Lee needs me, just like how a young creature needs their mother. I...I get emotional. Over how much I love the kid. They've been through so much, so much like me. We even have similar face markings. I've hurt them through my madness, and I want to redeem myself to them. I can't redeem myself to the ones I hurt or even murdered.

But I want to help. We cannot let Mitraphylysis destroy the beautiful experience we call life.

I am your ally in this fight. To the young lady who preached for a better tomorrow, I apologize, and I want to say that I recognize you, and I want to help you.

Let us protect the planet from the end of the salmon run.

#now is all we have left #the art of free will #splatoon #splatoon 3 #salmon run #salmonid #splatoon rp #oc rp #big run

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the-specter · 1 month ago

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HOW TO BEAT MITRALYPSIS WITH THE POWER OF LOVE

By Atlas Marin

Chapter One: The Power Of Love

The first step in my journey was realizing it is impossible to beat Mitralypsis with the power of love.

Chapter Two: The Power of Incredible Violence

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the-specter · 1 month ago

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A lone inkling had stayed from his crew mates during her freelance. He anxiously pulled out his phone. No service.

He tried to push through, figuring out how he got seperated in the first place. At first everything seemed fine, but the sounds of salmonid seemed close by. At first it was just some chum, but small fry giggling and sounds of various boss salmonid machinery was head too. Eventually he even heard… chains? It wasn’t even a cohozuma shift.

“Hey! Who’s there?”

The inkling shouted.

The sounds stopped. Deafeningly silent. Suddenly, a bunch of salmonid voices spoke n unison. He stared in horror as two red lights pieced the fog. Quickly he ran, and hid in some bushes. It sounded like machines of every salmonid he could imagine, and the voices of many salmonids. He could see it approach closer, and he attempted to get his phone to record it, but it was too hazy to truly see its form. When his phone focused, it began to glitch.

He dropped his phone, letting out a scream. That was when the lights turned to him. He could only sit in frozen shock as a large killer wail began to charge, and it was poised right at him.

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the-specter · 1 month ago

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YOU WILL SEND A MESSAGE TO THE SPECTER ON MY BEHALF. ITS WELLBEING IS NOT MY CONCERN.

SPECTER: YOU ARE MAKING MY JOB EASIER. IT IS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME NOW.

ADDITIONALLY: NICE KNIVES.

- M

The Specter wants further information on who you are

Yes, this message was passed on to it. It wants more information

#the art of free will #now is all we have left

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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What has been happening

Hello Inklings and Octolings of Tumblr! Do not be alarmed, this is not The Specter. This is Lee Illex.

Yes, I am the Inkopolis Inkling that disappeared into the ocean after the Big Run at Inkblot Art Academy. I am amazed that even after my repeated returns to the shore and into the cities, nobody has recognized that I was well and alive. I don't believe my returns were even on the news. But I do not mind.

I am doing well. Do not worry about me. I have found a family in the sea who understands and supports me better than what I had. If people who knew me read this, do not do anything. Just know that I am well.

As for The Specter, it is not doing well. Since the Big Big Run, it has been spiraling into madness. From my confrontation with Coral at Inkblot, it has been panicking. It's been talking about a creature known as 'Mitraphlysis', and how 'they' are trying to summon it. It is also furious with the state of things between the Salmonids and Grizzco, with how things don't change, and especially with that Egg Counter from Grizzco during the Grand Run, it broke. It feels like it has to make a change or else, and it has not been going about these changes in a healthy way.

I apologise to all victims of The Specter's rampage. It has lost it, and I am unsure of how to help it. It's left me with a local Salmonid tribe who have taken me in, and i've grown to really like them. It understands it has gone off the deep end, but it feels like this is the only way.

But for now, I will be running Specter's account for the time being. Feel free to ask me questions about the situation or about myself. My tag is #The Art of Free Will

#the art of free will #now is all we have left #salmon run #salmonid #splatoon rp #oc rp #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon ask blog #splatoon roleplay

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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My people… my poor people…

I’ve reunited. So many lost.

Reports of seeing some inkfish dead. Not just wiped out. Fatalities.

Our numbers. Falling. Few even can appreciate the glory of dying in battle

I.

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I’m sorry

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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The Specter was silent as the two ghosts bickered, letting their morals fall apart before they left.

It was selfish of it to say such words, but it had a goal. Make a change, and these ghosts somehow made a change that wasn't in line with itself. How selfish! How selfish!

It shall bide it's time from now on. It must be careful not to get caught. Do not linger.

Confuse, disarm, kill.

*Ankoku appeared... blood all over his face and hands, the blood belonging to Weiro and Reiko, the two inkling GrizzCo Workers who had perished under The Guardian of Death's fins of a Horrorboros, he is unsure why... but he now knows as the deed of his mission is done, he did however let two Octolings live, as they did want to quit ASAP if they didn't want to die.*

*Siros however is kinda shocked, but wasn't going to think of it, after all, he too, rebelled against GrizzCo*

*Siros and Ankoku saw the Specter*

@sirosinkling

@ankokuinkling

It had only been a few minutes since the grim goldie had reappeared from the water, it's golden and silver scales light with scratches from a skirmish.

It felt the presence of what must be some spirits of sorts, a feeling it was familiar with. And it knew-it knew what happened. It could sense it in the air, the inkfish blood stains on their skin.

It turned a blazing blue eye at the two spirits, it's gaze full of nothing but pure rage.

"You shouldn't have done that." It growled.

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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*Ankoku appeared... blood all over his face and hands, the blood belonging to Weiro and Reiko, the two inkling GrizzCo Workers who had perished under The Guardian of Death's fins of a Horrorboros, he is unsure why... but he now knows as the deed of his mission is done, he did however let two Octolings live, as they did want to quit ASAP if they didn't want to die.*

*Siros however is kinda shocked, but wasn't going to think of it, after all, he too, rebelled against GrizzCo*

*Siros and Ankoku saw the Specter*

@sirosinkling

@ankokuinkling

It had only been a few minutes since the grim goldie had reappeared from the water, it's golden and silver scales light with scratches from a skirmish.

It felt the presence of what must be some spirits of sorts, a feeling it was familiar with. And it knew-it knew what happened. It could sense it in the air, the inkfish blood stains on their skin.

It turned a blazing blue eye at the two spirits, it's gaze full of nothing but pure rage.

"You shouldn't have done that." It growled.

#now is all we have left #hehehahahhehaohoho #it angy

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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It gave a long look at Atlas, it's eyes still pouring that black substance.

It had no parting words.

It just jumped in the water a disappeared.

Ha! The fools. Do they really think that they can stop me? Inkfish fascinate me with their selfishness and cruelty.

Like any of this is going to change anything.

Roe’s ears twitched as she felt the magnetic fields shift around her. This had to be the place…

She wasn’t usually this nervous about dealing with aggressive Salmonids, but knowing what that report said… this case was a bit different.

She didn’t even ask her father to do this… she knew that he’d never agree to this, but what the bear didn’t know didn’t hurt him.

In her hands she held a pair of Grizzco Dualies, deciding that if things go south that this would be the best option for a swift retreat. So she marched through the dark paths of Wahoo World, her eyes scanning for Salmonids. She’ll find the salmonid she was looking for… or it might find her first.

[ @the-specter ]

#now is all we have left

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the-specter · 2 months ago

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The Salmonid would let out a silent cry, swinging its weapon to drive the attacker away before standing straight and rushing away, far from where they were.

Was this a tactical retreat? Or was it really that scared?

From where it placed itself, it was close to the waters, ready to jump in and flee at a moments notice.

Roe’s ears twitched as she felt the magnetic fields shift around her. This had to be the place…

She wasn’t usually this nervous about dealing with aggressive Salmonids, but knowing what that report said… this case was a bit different.

She didn’t even ask her father to do this… she knew that he’d never agree to this, but what the bear didn’t know didn’t hurt him.

In her hands she held a pair of Grizzco Dualies, deciding that if things go south that this would be the best option for a swift retreat. So she marched through the dark paths of Wahoo World, her eyes scanning for Salmonids. She’ll find the salmonid she was looking for… or it might find her first.

[ @the-specter ]

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