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POV
you've just turned 10 years old. previously, you brought a wii u with your family to play together, and on TV, you saw a game that brought your soul onto a monitor. splatoon. music, art, community, battles. you saw the advert before, and you ended getting it for your birthday.
you have kept the disk case beside you all night. you're too excited to sleep.
it's a summer night. the windows are open, the moon is large and bright in the sky, and there is a soft warm breeze. it’s blowing your nets into billows.
it's 6am. after a few hours sleep, you give up, and tiptoe downstairs, sneak into the living room, and turn on your wii u, greeting your mii and many others on the screen.
you take splatoon out of the case, holding it with the utmost care, and slot it in. you lower the volume to minimal, so only you can hear.
you load into a “choose your character” screen.
“shit, this is dad’s account.”
you choose the male option, black eyes, and caramel skin.
“hey you. yeah, you! want to be the freshest squid on the block?”
you nod frantically at the screen, and get a grip on your gamepad, as the summer breeze licks through your hair, and the moon dimly lights the room.
you wiggle the gamepad around frantically, trying to get ahold of the gyro, but you got used to it, having used wii remotes all your life.
you entered the bustling city of Inkopolis.
you levelled and ranked up.
you vibed to maritime memory.
you worked as agent 3.
you completed amiibo challenges.
you got to S+ and 50.
soon, there was nothing left to buy in the shop, no new music to listen to, no weird plaza posts to entertain you.
and the summer breeze died down.