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desertyoshissb · 5 years

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My Splatoon 3 Theory

So, I had this theory running about the ending of Splatoon 2. Everyone will remember that Marie won the final Splatfest in Splatoon, which decided the outcome of the Hero Campaign in Splatoon 2, and the final Splatfest for Splatoon 2 is Chaos vs. Order.

Now, I think that this battle will decide the story mode in Splatoon 3, and this one is going to be good. I have always had a theory about Grizzco and Kamabo working together. (If you want to see that theory, I will post it sometime in the future) But anyway, back onto the theory.

On team Chaos, we can see that we have DJ Octavio, which is not a big surprise, but I don’t think that he will be the antagonist this time around. What we do have on this side are Salmonids. This whole time, you have been killing millions of Salmonids, and there hasn’t been any retaliation from them, they just keep getting slaughtered. If Chaos wins, Salmonids will become violent, and invade the mainland, roaming the streets of Inkopolis in the millions, and sending the boss Salmonids to destroy anything in their way. (The Splatfest is called Splatocalypse after all) Your job as an agent, is to team up with the entire New Squidbeak Splatoon and Octavio to eradicate the Salmonids once and for all, saving all of Inkopolis from the same fate the humans suffered. Mr. Grizz is partially to blame for this incident, and will strangely disappear after the events of singleplayer.

On team Order, we have shopkeepers, and a majority of the New Squidbeak Splatoon. But the main focus is on C. Q. Cumber, and Tartar. In helping out Grizzco, you have in turn been supplying Kamabo with weapons of mass destruction. Now, the inclusion of Tartar is interesting. Anyone who has played the Octo Expansion will know that Tartar is blown up at the end, and he should be long gone, but he is included in the art. I have a feeling you never actually killed him. If Order wins, C. Q. Cumber, Tartar and Mr. Grizz will make a huge attack on Inkopolis ordering for a surrender. After the eventual surrender, Kamabo enslaves the Inklings and Octolings to do their bidding, and it seems that not all of them survive. Tartar could still be trying to create the perfect race. Your job as an agent, is to team up with the entire New Squidbeak Splatoon and Octavio so you can free Inkopolis from Kamabo, and defeat Tartar once and for all. (For real this time) Mr. Grizz closes up business, and is no longer seen.

But you’ll notice, Mr. Grizz isn’t on any one side, he is in the middle between Chaos and Order. Mr. Grizz will be the antagonist of Splatoon 3 whichever side is chosen. He will either assist in releasing the horde of Salmonids, or lead the attack with Tartar and C. Q. Cumber. Mr. Grizz has always had evil intentions from the very beginning.

This Finalfest will ultimately decide the singleplayer for Splatoon 3, and either way I look at it, Splatoon 3 is going to have a great story. If you’re asking which team is the best team to decide, the choice is yours, but as for me, Order could be so much cooler! May the best team win, and I’ll be looking forward for Splatoon 3!

If you like this theory, I have a part 2 to this expanding off of what was already said, and adding posts from the SplatoonUS tumblr by clicking right here!

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levi-athen · 6 years

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The Beginning

Mission Log: Day One, Tuesday the 8th.

Time: 23:51

Location: Unknown

Sorry if that seemed super structured, it’s a force of habit. Let me start over, My name is Levi Athen. Of the few that read this, maybe even fewer will recognize who I am, so let me elaborate.

I am a host of a small and budding radio show called Monsters in the Night which is gradually gaining traction in Inkopolis. On the show I put on the common music of the times, my own songs I have produced, and share my tips for the current challenges for the shifts for Grizzco employees. I also work as a Harvester for Grizzco as my day job. The day in and day out to try and keep myself afloat is stressful, and all the days and nights blur into one. From cooking Salmonids to telling others how to filet Salmonids, this carp gets really old, really quick. But it pays the bill, and allows me to feel free, so I’ll take what I can get.

The ugly truth as to my desire for freedom must be prefaced with a simple fact. I am an Octoling.

This is where I insert the gasps of most of my fans. Contrary to popular belief, most Octolings are not generally welcomed by residents of Inkopolis. Some people may argue, “but wait, Marina is an Octoling!” That may be a true point, but as well her singing partner is a sweet, kind, compassionate … um, heiress to a big family in Inkopolis who owns the Emperry brand. Pearl was able to look past her appearance and see only her talent. It is still difficult for us other Octolings to get integrated to Inkling Society. If only something could be done about this.

All I will say of my life before Inkopolis now is that I served under DJ Octavio, that I was one of the best in his regime, and now I have to keep constant vigil in order to avoid him or the one they call “Agent 3” for fear of what would happen to me. Needless to say, Mr. Grizz saw my talent, and decided to put me to work in order to help me get on my own feet. I love him for the gesture, but it seems that constant fighting seems to plague me wherever I go. It seems the only thing I was meant to do was kill, harm, and maim others, when all I want is to build something that will outlive my legacy.

I guess the reason I am keeping this “journal” is … well, I still don’t know. I guess it has to deal with the events that started this morning. It ended with another typical radio session, except the callers seemed a little more … contentious. Eventually I stood up from my small desk at the News Station, put on my orange Grizzco hat, and left the room which could barely hold three people at a time. The next person to occupy it, I believe his name is Gregory … anyway, he came in and just said “Thanks for warming them up for me Athen!” like every other morning and hustled into the office without really making eye contact.

Being exhausted and upset, I walked into the main lobby, then sat in one of the many visitor chairs. It seemed very deserted, being a weekday, with the only people really being around were tourists and the like. I buried my face in my hands, trying to rationalize the walk back to my apartment where I would sleep for 3 hours, get ready for my shift at Grizzco, only in order to sleep again for 3 hours, and go back to the News Station and start the cycle again. During this period of thought, I heard and felt someone sit on the chair next to mine. Of all the empty chairs in this lobby they had to sit right besides me, typical. But to my surprise, they not only sat next to me, but started talking to me.

“Rough day already?” A small feminine voice said. Apparently I was being intruded on by a little girl. I kept my eyes closed but lifted my head up.

“You wouldn’t even know the half of it.” I responded, in a very curt tone of voice, trying to pass the message on that I was not interested in conversing at the moment.

“Well it can’t be all that bad, most people who work here love it!” The girl said in a sickly optimistic tone. Could she not take a hint? Why would she keep talking to me right now, when clearly I was trying to push her away. Putting my palms to my eyes, half to keep myself awake, and half to keep the lights out of my face, I continued to speak in my annoyance

“Do you know what? I don’t want to talk about it, I know you have never worked like I have, so let me be frank. I do not have the time nor patience to deal with you, and I’d like to be left alone. So just, please?” I ended exasperated, having to lay it out in front of her. I wished more than anything for her to just stop right there and run back to wherever she came from. That was when I heard another female voice ring out through the muffled silence.

“Pearl, Hurry up! We are needed on set.” My eyes shot open as those words rang through my head almost on repeat. I looked over to see it was none other than the Emperry Princess herself. She sat up and dusted her white dress on before looking at me.

“Well, I've got to run, but I can read people. You don’t mean what you said. Things will get better, just you wait for it!” She stated before rushing over to the other half of her duet, and Pearl and Marina walked into the broadcast room in the very front of the News Station. Well I blew it. The only person who I looked up to in this city, the only person I thought would care about me, the only girl I’d ever really crushed on had sat next to me, talked to me as an equal, and I blew her off like she was some adolescent child. Great. I finally walked out of the building, frustrated with my actions. I thought nothing could make this day worse, but I would come to learn that I was sorely mistaken.

I kept plowing through my routine. Sleep went quickly, and my Salmon Run routes seemed to drag on forever. I continued replaying that moment of my stupidity in my mind over and over again. How could I have been so harsh, and brash, and irritable to anyone, let alone her. Finally I got my pay for the day, headed out to my apartment in the Grizzco Subsidized Housing facility, and went straight to my room. I started getting out of my work clothes and changed into some comfortable lounging gear. I was envisioning the leftover Crusty Seanwich that was in the fridge when I heard a rustling in the main room. I reached into the right hand drawer of my desk, and pulled out my classic N-Zap ‘83 from my service under Octavio. I may have been imagining things, but I never ran the risk. I waited a good second until I heard the noise again before springing the door open and firing on the front door.

Nothing was there, I looked around to see what was happening when all the sudden I heard something call my name from below. I looked down to see what could only be described as a bioluminescent pickle wearing a hat seemed to peer up at me with what seemed like a concerned expression. How was this little guy making such a commotion? Finally I asked in not so friendly of terms what he was doing in my apartment.

“Well sir, my name is C.Q. Cumber. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance since I have heard a lot about you from those who employ me.” I started getting a little on edge and he seemed to read me like a book, “No need for alarm, I will not harm you. That is not my purpose for being here with you. I am only to keep your focus for a little bit longer to let my sea angel friend here incapacitate you and then I will transfer you to our destination.”

Before I could react to what he said, a big hand reached around from behind and covered my mouth until I passed out. My mind kept recalling only the laughter of DJ Octavio. The next thing I knew I woke up in a cold sweat. I am in a dark musty room with a couch and some of my clothes. I put them on, and grabbed this pocket sized Midori journal out of my jacket, ripped out the pages used with random song ideas and other carp, and started writing this record. From this point on you are caught up with the current moment, and only time will tell why I am here.

#MonsInTheNight #MissionLog

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