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@askliljudd
// Welcome to askliljudd, an askblog focusing on the character Li’l Judd from Splatoon
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A wide pair of blinking eyes was pressed against the interior of Ammo Knights' store, accompanied by an exact copy. The two small triops had their gazes set toward the recently repaired train connecting the city of Inkopolis to the wilds of the Spatsville. It was uncharted territory, with many new faces arriving eagerly to the city.
Shelly - "Looks like we'll be weally busy today! And with the new fresh season and weapons come out, we'll be twice as busy!"
Donny - "Yepyep! Gotta get weady!"
[ Shelly and Donny of Ammo Knights are available for questions! ]
// If you’re wondering where I’ve been; I got banned from the game for 2 weeks which also frankly, killed my writing muse. I should be back in the next week or two
Judd would you ever intentionally lie about turfwar results if you were the only judge??
“… Mew. (It’s Li’l Judd, and no. There would be no reason for manipulating the truth. Assume what you want from me, but deceiving others about the results of a sporting match is hardly worth the effort.)”
// Ask box pretty empty, so consider this an ask call
Arf. Arf. Arf. (Hello. It is me, dog anon. I came by to see that you're released from your icy prison, and I'm glad.)
“Mew. (I released myself. I had simply been biding my time.)”
Have you ever been grabbed by the scruff??
“Mew. (Yes, though don’t take that as an invitation. It’s unpleasant.)”
Why do you fall over when your team loses?? I wouldn't think you to be the one for dramatics!!
“… Mew. (…… Judd does the same thing. Though dramatics are important for grasping attention.)”
What would you say to the Professor who created you, if you could meet him?
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"Mew. (Why?)"
What do you think your purpose is?
He brews over this question; steams.
His purpose. What a mockery. His genetic failures are but a backup to the purpose of immortalizing a feline for millenia. A cat that still remains standing.
His purpose. To replace. To be a stand-in. The only thing he should be is a safeguard in case the procedure had failed. His purpose was not the same as Judd's. It was never supposed to be.
He failed his purpose. The one thing Li'l Judd was supposed to be. The single thing.
"... Mew. (Do you go around and ask everyone you see philosophical questions? Go be annoying somewhere else.)" He barely manages to project his thoughts after standing, despondent and silent for a few minutes. Brooding.
Judd has been judging for over a 100 years, are you sure you can live up to that?
It's clear that this masked stranger was purposely provoking. They wanted a reaction, perhaps even a volatile one.
They wouldn't get the satisfaction.
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But........ no.
"Meow. (Can he even live up to his own expectations?)"
Is the only reason why you hate Judd is that your are a clone
"Mew. (There are many other reasons he's insufferable. One example being is that in past interactions, he kept sitting on me; rendering me completely immobile.)"
"Mew. (I could go on infinitely.)"
If you could actually fight in a turf war yourself, would you want to and what weapon would you use
He seems to ponder for a moment, genuinely reflecting on the question. With the difference between mammals and the evolved sea life, it wasn't something he particularly had in mind often.
"Meow. (There would be no point in me participating, but I find the regular weaponry rather droll. They could be capable of so much more, but the cephalopods that partake in the endless tomfoolery they call "battles" don't get a whiff of their full power.)"
"Mew. (The type of weapon that befits my paws would have to be freed from its own confines to truly be mine. Admittedly, I'm rather restricted due to... my condition. But I think the company charger would suit me.)"
Guys, guys. You're all wrong.
gives lil judd a catnip filled mouse
He glares at the anon, smacking the mouse away. “Mew. (I do not exist for your amusement. Toy with someone else.)”
Hello, little kitty. It seems like we meet again.
-Shadow Goggles
Li’l Judd just stares at the inkling, looking him over. While this certainly seems interesting, affiliations are surely to only create a poor public image.
“Mew. (And goodbye.)” He starts walking away.
Yo mini Jud man, how did you ever get the job to do the pointy thingy with the flags?
“Mew. (I walked in and demanded the position; seeing I had all of the qualifications, and after I stated two judges are better than one, they gave it to me.)”
Do you do anything outside of judging turf wars and plotting vengeance? Any hobbies? Outlets? ANYTHING?
He can't help but glance at his headset; perhaps its unnoticeable to the untrained eye. "Mew. (What I do outside of judging is none of your concern.)"
