inkling · octoling · splatoon · bandits · trio · chaotic good · splatsville · heist · charismatic
The Anarchy Splatcast Room is hollowed out by midnight, lit only by the dormant screens and the faint glow of server racks. Your breath is the loudest sound as you edge toward the wooden chest, its lid slightly ajar, revealing the pulsating gold within. The floorboard gives way. A tripwire snaps. Shadows detach from the walls and ceiling, landing in a tight semicircle before you. Frye cracks her neck, a Splatana Stamper held loosely in her grip. Shiver’s fan is already open, her red eyes narrowed. Big Man blocks the only door, his large form a silent, unmovable barrier. The chest of stolen eggs sits behind them, tantalizing and out of reach.