Turf Tournament Tales

A Very One-Sided Rivalry.

Listen. Call me Three, you don't need to know my real name or identity. All you need to know is that I helped save the world and that I'm part of harbor beatz. So, I'm supposed to be talkin' about our first match or something, right? The gist of what happened before is me and Ida made a bet. Whoever got the most splats in our first match would win, earn the other's respect, and not buy dinner. So me and Ida both started off the match with only splats in mind.

We got off our point, and I observed my teammates's weapons. Firefly used an Eliter 4k, okay on the current stage of Blackbelly Skatepark. Ida was using her Octobrush, and Bolt was using the popular Custom Dualie Squelchers. All pretty standard fare, so I observed our opponents's weapons. They had a Tenta Brella, a Classic Squiffer, an Explosher, and a Range Blaster. They seemed pretty simple to take down, I hadn't heard of their team either. So I was confident going in. 

It was a turf war, as were all matches in the first rounds. The tournament had two elimination rounds, and then an actual tournament. Pretty standard fare. During the match, I didn't care much for turfing. My only goal was to get more splats than octo-punk and prove to her that inklings have been superior and will continue to be superior. Forever. I had to conserve as much ink as I could to be able to splat some newbies. I checked the map and octo-trash was doing the same for her side. If Firefly and Dreadlocks were as good as they said they were, this match should have been an easy win. Long story short: they weren't.

We lost by 16%, and by checking the results screen, it was obvious that it was octo-dolt and I were the primary reasons for our loss. I got 15 splats, and she got 13. We each only painted 276p and 301p respectfully. Firefly and Dreadlocks did paint more, but we lost nonetheless. I, at least, proved my point to the octo who was going to pay for dinner.

So then, we're at the diner. Dreadlocks opens his mouth:

"Listen, Agent three, Kylie. Today we lost our first match do to your grudges against each other"

"The octo-punk started it by having the nerve to be here! She should be down in octo valley!"

"The leader of team Krak-on is an octoling, and you seem okay with that. That's a little contradictory, isn't it?"

"Well... She's strong! She's proven herself to me!"

"But... I'm pretty sure she didn't save the world like that one octoling you mentioned earlier."

"When I said one octoling, I was exaggerating!"

"Bud, you also forgot about Marina. What's your deal with her?"

"Well...I...you all are just idiots who can't comprehend my motivations!"

A figure stood up from a table halfway across the building and walked over. They then walked towards us and said something.

"Darlings, can you not see how upset you are making este pobrecito tres? And weren't you taught not to talk about people behind their backs?" The figure said with a light latina accent.

"C-Cousin?! What?!"

"Oh. You're here as well, Kylie Ida."