Splatoon : A Day On The Battle Field

Splatoon : A Day On The Battle Field

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Akcja i Thrillery
-QUICK DISCLAIMER- THERE IS NO ROMANCE IN THIS BOOK, THIS IS ONE OF THE FEW SPLATOON STORYS ON WATTPAD THAT ISNT ROMANCE BASED. A Story Set in Inkopolis- a place were squids can evolve and devolve at their own will, there lives a squid named Alissa. Join her in a story of deception and battle in an action packed day on the battlefield. There will be unfortunate characters she meets such as a stereotypical five year old that only chooses the charger and uses the mech suit so he thinks he's cool.
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You awaken in the heart of a neon-drenched metropolis, a symphony of sounds and colors you cannot name, let alone understand. The air hums with a vibrant energy that feels entirely alien, and as the world rushes past, a chilling realization takes hold: you are a ghost in your own mind. There is no name, no history-only a vast, hollow silence where a life should be. Lost in the overwhelming roar of the city, you are a blank slate in a world written in bold ink. Yet, beneath the confusion, a more primal unease stirs-a fleeting, persistent sensation that you don't quite fit within your own skin, as if your very existence is a puzzle with missing pieces. Amidst the chaotic blur of the crowd, one figure stands in sharp, quiet contrast: a lone woman in a charcoal-gray kimono, shielding herself with a vibrant green umbrella. In a city of strangers, her gaze is the first thing that feels like a tether to a truth you've forgotten.

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