Here I am, the Forte! Brought you by
@ZEROrevive who is having the same fit as I am, so prepare your salt canons because there will be lickin' afoot. Also, don't forget the popcorn again, guys, c'mon.
Now for our motion presentation...
Forte presents...
MOBY DYNAMO ROLLER
(Sorry, my title is lame, screw all of you.)
The birds were singing, and the Square was blooming with swarms of inklings. Soon, Splatfest will arrive and everyone will soon know the answer to which is better: Mayonnaise or Ketchup? For a fact, I hate ketchup, so you don't need the definition of that example.
So pushing that aside, my little inkling self sleepily dragged himself into the lobby, pitching with his dynamic duo of a roller hitch over his shoulder like a man that he is. Because masculinity is the bomb, don't assume my nature! (GUUURAH!) I already predicted my assault, and had somewhat master the mines. My special was ready as Reggie before his 64th push up.
The steam released from the spawn as my whole team spawn. The start screen counts down as we all arise from our squid forms, some carbon and aerospray. But what they did not realize the towering titan shadowing over the few. Glancing upward, a golden and silver roller with a engine rearing from it gazed back at them as if the Splatoon god himself bestowed the Excalibur of all weapons upon the turf. I exchange a glance back at them with a sweat sweat from my brow, this wasn't going to go so well, was it?
With the sound off of a gunshot, the match starts and I began to flick my ink that exceeds that of a charger. The onlookers of my team watch in all as ink flew over their heads into the fray, touching the other side with ease of a graceful swan. So distracted in fact, they sat there and watch me do all the work.
The team was quickly descending up the incline, and I had hardly any turf to spare than what was behind me. The rollers were spinning in circles, the shooters stood up there, continuing to pivot and see my actions get hindered by the oncoming opponents. I was screaming.
"HELP DANGIT!?" Called in the angriest inkling voice I could ever imagine. It was then, the other team was also confused by my weapon. It was large, immense to their puny little guns and rollers that they wielded. I kept them from reaching, but at the same time I watch my loony team continuing to be useless as usual.
Now, this is where I break the rules of the forum and transfer into a more fresh moment.
Chargers in this game, or at least have acquired the weapon. They believe to be the only longest ink spreading inkling on the face of their earth. But today, I came. The next match started, but more at ease. The team did my doing, and that is when I spotted her. Yes, her, that inkling standing on a high point that shot me.
So, thoughts strung in my mind of the generation one game, and how long ago this wasn't possible to get them from afar. Oh, how they were wrong. I went back, charged up my stingray quickly to shake her off her stand, and then it happen. I did my vertical flick that overshot the main point of the Art Academy as it glided towards her. The charger leap nervously to the side, then to the right. What was this nonsense, as I could imagine her thinking.
I grinned causally, maybe even more deviously as I proudly swung ahead, the turf was clear, me and her were at toe to toe. I kept swinging till her patients lost all tone, and she edge at the nearest end of where she stood while I taunted her with my long flicks. The match ends, and guess what...
I WIN, HAHAHAHAA...Crud, I wish I took a snapshot of that sudden turn of events.
