Introduction

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Hello, I'm an Inkling. My biggest dream is to be the best turf war player ever! I strive to be the best. But us inklings can't control our humanoid form until we're 14 years old...
Lucky for me, my birthday is today and I turn 14.

"Get up hunny! It's your birthday! I made you a surprise..." That is my mother. She always made a special breakfast for me and my brother on our birthdays. "Get up! Your food is getting cold!" I sat up in bed and wiped my eyes. My room was plastered with weapon posters and gear promotion banners. I stood up out of my bed, with ink colored blankets that smelled of detergent. I started to get my clothes on. "Just a second mom!" I knew I couldn't waste time. I had to get ready for the turf wars. A turf war is a sport inklings made up, based on a great war between the inklings and octarians. When inklings hit 14 were able to join turf war do to our ability of controlling both our humanoid and squid form.

I had chosen my gear passed down to me by my father. It was the same gear he used when he first started turf war. The gear consist of a headband that was grey and white with words written in it. My shirt was a yellow plain shirt with symbols on it. It had a white and green pin. My shoes were short and cream colored. Nothing to flashy but got the job done.

I entered the kitchen were my breakfast laid on the table

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I entered the kitchen were my breakfast laid on the table. I began to eat it, it was my mother's fluffy pancakes. Fluffy, buttered, and sweet. "Happy birthday sweetie!" I looked at my mother who stood in the door way of the kitchen. "Thanks mom. I was getting ready to head out." My mother replied,"Oh no need to explain, let me guess, the turf wars?" My mother knew me so well. "Yes ma'am!"

I had finished my pancakes and had left, heading to the sign up for turf wars. I just couldn't believe it, my time to shine!

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