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SPLATOWEEN ANNOUNCEMENT - CONGENIALITY AWARD WINNER

“ONCE AGAIN, I HAVE SUMMONED YOU FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT.”

“While our award ceremony will be on November 1st (and trust us, there will be something for EVERYONE, don’t stress over this), the organizers had something else in mind!”

“Who would have guessed that they were such tricksters? It’s time for me to award the official SPLATOWEEN 2022 CONGENIALITY AWARD to one SUPER SPECIAL GUEST.”

“When we were discussing potential awards, the first one that came to mind was something for someone who was eager to help others, someone who demonstrated selflessness and always wanted to get better as a person.”

“Choosing nominees, let alone a winner, was proving quite difficult. All of you have different qualities and it led to...conflict. Until tonight, that is.”

“Anyway - you might have heard on OCVO News that we will be holding a special ceremony in the night of the 31st to the 1st - an ancient tradition to salute the departed and pay them our respects.”

“Therefore, we’ve decided to grant the award to someone who, not only has shown the ability to help other grow better and has shown selflessness right here, right now - but someone who has respect for history - restoring the past from their ancestor’s blueprints.”

“Without further ado, I would like to award Sheldon the Splatoween congeniality award for 2022.”

“HEARTY CONGRATULATIONS”

[askliljudd]

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"I see you're looking for challengers!" Sheldon grins, a confident look in his eyes only magnified by the sheer size of his goggles. He sits down, pulling out his own card deck, complete with his custom sleeve. "I know we haven't spoken much, but I do consider myself a bit of a strategist, what with weapons and all. And you've watched a lot of battles. It's a fair match, wouldn't you say?"

He had known beforehand that the vendors of Splatsville were rather keen on their card battling skills; what those skills were, were truly anyone’s guess. But the weapons specialist? This would surely be at least interesting.

“Mew. (The question is whether or not you’re able to properly utilize it. Knowledge is one thing to hold, but are you able to use it as a weapon in your own right? Don’t disappoint me.)”

[ Li’l Judd wins by a large margin! Sheldon earns some exp. ]

“Mew. (As expected, you are lacking in raw experience. Though you certainly show… promise. Hopefully the ire that stems from defeat will not hold you back.)”

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Whatever comms device the CSS might have in their hideout begins to buzz with strange static, a couple of snatches of words…

If they investigate, and tune it just right, they can barely hear half of a conversation.

"...walked in smelling like--I can't even describe it," a nasally, masculine voice says. "They said something about needing their splatana fixed and then just collapsed on the floor. ... Yeah, I called ... hope they're okay ... yes I cleaned everything ... no I didn't actually fix the splatana, it was covered in that gunky ink, I wasn't touching it! ... Yeah, I think I'm okay. Just a little shell-shook, that's all. Didn't sleep great ... I sleep fine sometimes! ... have to go open up ... later."

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What? ... No this cannot be-

Pyro rushed over to the radio, nabbing the other members from the break room. All now gathered around the device, the air tense around them.

"Shelby, can you see if you can get this radio to get a clearer signal?"

"I can try. Just give me 5."

The Ammo Knights shopkeeper carefully dialed the radio's buttons carefully, seeing if the radio waves could match the signal. Pyro was sure they heard every detail they could grab from the distorted calls. "Gunky ink" was something very common amongst the infected. They also heard "smell" and "collapsed on the floor".

When the radio waves synced with the signal, the CSS team all heard the horrific message that the radio had begun to relay.

"Could it be...? No-"

"Patient zero," Line and Sinker both usher.

"Impossible! This makes no sense in a scientific or medical matter!"

Shelby furrows his brows, listening in to the static voice.

"Wait, this is someone who runs Ammo Knights. A Shellendorf..."

"He succumbed to Ink Rot centuries ago, didn't he?"

"Yeah..." Shelby replies solemnly. "We can only hope he'll not end up as their universe's Patient Zero."