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Splatoon: Ink or Sink

Splatoon: Ink or Sink

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación jue, ago 4, 2022
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The pro Ink Sports scene in Inkopolis is booming more than ever, with every inkling between the ages of 16 and 30 desperately trying to make a name for themselves as a master player. In a story that follows the players' achievements as much as their relationships, you're sure to find something that floats your boat. We've got the hot ace dude who everyone wants but no one can get, the chaotic bi who's just about had it with the universe, the dark brooding guy who has way to many emotional problems to be in a relationship but will still get a girlfriend before I ever do, and many more! CONTENT WARNINGS: Currently, everything is completely clean. However, I can't promise this story won't end up riddled with smut and/or darker themes in later chapters so I'm leaving the Mature warning on just in case. Chapters with questionable content will have trigger and/or normal warnings in the summary :)
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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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