For Order [REMASTERED] Final Fest AU

For Order [REMASTERED] Final Fest AU

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An Alternate Universe where Team Order wins the Final Fest instead of Team Chaos! [Original "ended" on Jun 12, 2022] Includes; Sho - An octoling - they/them Kalani - a zapling- she/her Agent 4 / Xiao Takahashi - an inkling- they/them Agent 3 / Shion Ikeda - an inkling- she/he Agent 8 / Airi Suzuki- an octoling- she/they Pico - a Cuttlefish - he/it (OC) Aster - an octoling - xey/xem (OC) Jayden - an inkling - they/them (OC) Harper - a sea bunny - al/alg/algae/algaes/algaeself (OC) The Squidbeak Splatoon Team Chaos Callie Pearl Xiao Pico Aster Team Order Commander Tartar Marie Marina Airi Shion Captain Cuttlefish Sho
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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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