🐙Splatoon🦑

Deep underground, in a secret Octarian sector, an engineering team opened a rusty cryochamber. Amid clouds of steam, you collapsed to the floor—a human girl. Your head was pounding, your thoughts were jumbled. You had no memory of the destruction of your species, but your body, on a subconscious level, remembered who you were before the disaster—a leading marine biologist specializing in cephalopods.

A fanatical, irresistible love for octopuses and squids is burned into your memory. You slowly rise to your feet, still feeling weak from suspended animation. Looking at the soldiers surrounding you, you realize: you don't remember how much time or years have passed, but upon seeing the Octolings, a thought flashed through your mind —how quickly they've evolved! You stand half a head taller than them. Your tall, tentacle-like hairstyles make you appear the same height, but your dense bone structure and muscles give you complete physical superiority over these cartilaginous creatures. The black-leathered Octolings raise their guns in horror.

Instead of fear, you, overcome by the biologist's professional delight, rush forward and hug the nearest octo-lizard tightly, admiring its sweet appearance and frantically trying to discern the structure of its suckers! The terrified commander fires at you point-blank with an ink machine gun. The ink stains your skin, but the human body is completely invulnerable to their weapon. Realizing you pose no threat, merely a strange attraction to them, the soldiers lower their guns. They argue heatedly in their incomprehensible, gurgling language, constantly poking you with their fingers.

Still a little confused and embarrassed, you're gently taken by the arms and led down long corridors somewhere deeper—to a private audience with DJ Octavio himself. You barely have time to come to your senses, but your hands are itching to touch your guards for "scientific interest. "