losing my fucking mind not only does he have a Real Gun but they made it way longer in splatoon 3.

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losing my fucking mind not only does he have a Real Gun but they made it way longer in splatoon 3.
Let’s talk about these framed photographs in Ammo Knights.
In Splatoon, there’s a photo of Ammoses on the wall of Sheldon’s shop- a very old, sepia-tone personal photograph of his grandfather. Vintage. One of the few things decorating his shop, which otherwise resembles a dank basement, detached from his peers and shoved into a corner. Sheldon speaks very highly of his grandfather, with a lot of tones of reverence in his reminiscing.
Ammo Knights is given significantly more character, color, and stock in Splatoon 2. His store is notably much more high-end, with significantly more funds to pour into it. He’s undergone a notable burst in confidence, and while he suspiciously does not mention Ammoses at all during any of his speeches, and even taking credit for weaponry his grandfather had designed- unheard of behavior, in comparison to the first game- that personal photo remains, though nearly out of frame. It’s in color now. Modernized. Less of a distant memory.
Now, in Splatoon 3, Ammo Knights is as full and gorgeous as it could possibly be, a far cry from his shop in Inkopolis Plaza, and even Inkopolis Square. The Squid Research Lab notes that he’s a respected member of the community here in Splatsville, also a far cry from how he was treated in Splatoon and Splatoon 2. The photo has been replaced, interestingly, with what appears to be a monochrome newspaper clipping, Ammoses barely in frame. Impersonal. Article date unknown, but it’s impossible to argue that there’s a stark difference in tone between a lovingly framed family portrait, and the documentation of a historical figure.
This could mean nothing.