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It’s been two years since the launch of Splatoon 2, and now the shadow of the Splatocalypse is coming! This final Splatfest asks “Which world would you choose? Chaos or Order?”
Will you fight for a world of chaos, with an ever-shifting blur of boundaries and borders, where the only path through the confusion is that which you carve out for yourself? Or will you battle for a world of order governed by an unwavering discipline, in which your path toward a promised future is straight and well-paved? The time has come and the choice is yours!
This Splatfest will be a 72 hour event running from 7/18 at 5am PT until 7/21 at 5am PT, wrapping up exactly two years from the game’s initial launch. Make sure not to miss this be all, end all “Splatocalypse” extravaganza!
In addition, a new Shifty Station stage will be added for this Final Splatfest, and all 23 of the previous Splatfest-specific stages will be making a reappearance, too. The 23 previous stages will surface in a constantly…shifting rotation for the first 48 hours, with the new stage making its debut for the final 24 hour period. This is just the chance to relive all your favorite Splatfest battle memories!
We’ll also be releasing some special gear to go along with the Final Splatfest. Each side will see two pieces of unique headgear inspired by the themes of chaos and order, for a total of four! Look for an upcoming report from Squid Research Lab (Splatoon 2) Nintendo Switch News Channel in late June to find out how to grab this great gear!
Following the Final Splatfest in late July, the Ver. 5.0.0. Update is planned for release. This update will add the “Turf War (Splatfest)” option to Private Battles, allowing you to battle it out on any of the 24 Shifty Station stages.
Playing in “Turf War (Splatfest)” will also cause all 23 of the normal stages to appear in all their nighttime Splatfest splendor! You’ll also be able to select team ink color combinations from all those used in previous Splatfests. Get together with your friends and host a private Splatfest-themed party of your very own!
I love genuinely innocent “boys will be boys.” Just saw a guy come out of a frat house to poke a pair of jeans they’d left outside - they were frozen solid, and as soon as he confirmed that, like twenty more boys came rushing out of the house going “YOOOOOOOOOO”
I heard grunting outside my window the other night and there were four boys struggling to push this giant snowball (like 7 foot diameter) down the sidewalk.
I once lost my keys at a frat house.
My drunk ass had actually walked home without them, pounded on my apartment door, gotten let in by my rightfully-disgruntled roommate, and proceeded to pass out on the couch. Apparently I puked in the toilet before passing out. I do not remember this part.
The next morning, I schlepped back to the frat house. I stood there, right in front of the front door. This was a novel experience for me. I’d never been at a frat house in broad daylight before.
A boy, presumably, of the house, asked me what I was doing.
“I lost my keys in here last night,” I called back. “I was seeing if I could go in and look for them?”
He opened the door and gestured for me to come in.
“Go wherever you want.”
I’d never seen a frat house post-party before. Wandering up the stairs and through the halls, I was surrounded by hungover and still-drunk frat boys stumbling around in their socks and sandals and gym shorts, seeking out food and showers like moths to a porch light. A few of them threw puzzled glances my way. I’m sure they thought I was some post-bacchanalia hallucination.
I entered one room where a boy was drunkenly watching some Old Yeller-esque movie on a tiny TV in the corner of his room from his bed.
“Do you like dog movies?” he asked, voice all mumbly from grogginess and also from the fact that his face was squished against his pillow and half-buried by his blanket.
I told him I did.
He mumbled again, pleased, and asked what I was doing. I told him I was looking for my keys.
“Sorry, I haven’t seen any keys around here.”
I didn’t doubt him.
Twenty minutes had passed. I’d searched just about every bedroom and nuclear-waste-dump-site of a bathroom in that house. I’d given up on ever finding my keys and was prepared to beg my roommates’ forgiveness and get a new set copied.
As I stood there in the hallway, silently bewailing my predicament, a particularly-burly frat boy approached me.
“You need help with something?”
“I lost my keys here last night and I can’t find them, I’ve looked everywhere.”
“What do they look like? I’ll put it into the group chat.” He was already pulling out his phone.
No one ever checks a group chat, I thought, but what the hell. It was worth a shot. “Um, it’s just a ring of keys. The keychain is a pink plastic cat, though, like yea big. Like bright pink, you can’t miss it.”
He nodded, presumably typing this description faithfully into the group chat.
“Alright, I sent the message out. Good luck.”
And with that, he turned and left.
A few moments later, I heard a distant thundering. It was coming from upstairs, and it was getting louder and louder. One assumes that how I felt in that moment was how Simba felt seeing the wildebeest stampede through the ravine as a horde of large young men all thundered down the stairs, making a beeling for me.
“Someone tell the girl!” One of them shouted, faceless in the mob. “Girl! Hey, GIRL!!! We found your keys, girl!!!”
They circled around me. I hadn’t felt that small since I was maybe eleven years old. One of them split himself off from the crowd.
“Are these -” he pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket, “your keys?”
And lo, there was the distinctive bright millennial pink cat keychain dangling off the ring.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh my god, yes.”
“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!”
The cheer went up.
Turns out he found them in the bathroom upstairs. I thanked them again profusely. There was a scattered round of “no problems” and then, just as suddenly as they descended, they all dispersed, like ships in the night.
I think the best “Boys will be boys” situations are when they all collectively share one brain cell over the most simple of tasks
so for the past month or so at gamestop we’ve been getting prank calls from kids asking if we have big chungus. usually i play along and tell them it’s not out yet but you can preorder it for a thousand dollars or whatever because it makes them happy
anyway yesterday i walk into the back room at the beginning of my shift and see an empty game box with the big chungus box art inserted. like straight up just this exact image
except it was for the 360, not the ps4. inside was a copy of kinect adventures which i don’t think gamestop even sells anymore. i thought it was really funny and i asked my boss why he brought it in but he informed me that it had been there when he opened and had no idea where it came from (we still don’t know)
a couple hours later i had two kids come into the store and ask for big chungus in person. this was a first - previously i’d only received big chungus questions over the phone. it was a fucking miracle that this was happening on the same day a copy of big chungus had inexplicably materialized in the store. so i said “yes actually, one second” and stepped into the back, i could hear the kids gasping with disbelief behind me. i brought out big chungus and they absolutely lost their shit. one of them took a snap of it and was like “YO I’M AT GAMESTOP AND THEY ACTUALLY HAVE BIG CHUNGUS” while the other frantically texted all his friends. it was great, best thing that’s happened at work in weeks. moral of the story is if you work at gamestop, print out a big chungus cover and keep it in the back, you may end up making some kid’s day
