I was a kid then, I was a squid then. Eventually: it was impossible to know where the squid ended and the kid began.
The war had raged for far too long. It should have ended, but, did not. The battle had went on so long, that i could not remember the last time i had seen a surface that was not coated in: colorful, slick, secretions. The secretions of war.
Our ancestors were a loving people. Humans and cephalopods who rebelled against repressive social taboo, and, embraced love. Embraced love with each other. In wading pools filled with water and salt, in rooms with lighted candles and incense, they did what they knew was right, but, for the rest of the world: it was too much too soon.
For the rest of the world it was wrong, indecent, unnatural.
They called us abomination. "Are you a kid now?" "Are a squid now?" "What are you now?!"
Much like mules, squid kids cannot reproduce, so, society is only stuck with our horrific burden for our generation alone. Committing a genocide would put our ink on their hands; creating martyrs. Instead: they would have us destroy each other. Instead: they created the arena.
Like in the gladiatorial arenas of ancient Rome, the arena pits us against each other, giving champions the hope of earning freedom. Deep down inside you know they can never let a squid kid be truly free, but, you fight. The fight is the only hope left, and, you grab onto this hope with everything you have left in your tired slimy fingers.
Inkopolis is the ghetto they coral our kind into. This is where we eat, where we sleep, and, where we clean ourselves of the secretions of others after battle. Our only true purpose is the battle.
When you enter the spire at the center of The Inkopolis ghetto, you never know who you may be pitted against. I filled with a deep fear at the pit of my soul when i heard her from the other end of the arena. SPLAT! SPLOOSH! SPLATATAT!! "If you want to die: come and get it, you bastards!!" It was Sapphire. Before being imprisoned in Inkopolis, Sapphire was on display at an aquatic attractions park in central Florida, where: she was abused and taunted to insanity. Sapphire is beyond fear, beyond self pity, beyond doubt. Sapphire only has rage left.
"Choke on my viscous ink and die, pathetic fools!" Sapphire's vitriolic war cries continue to echo menacingly off the sheet metal corridors of the Walleye Warehouse.
There is no choice now but to face up to her. Showing cowardice in arena will always lead you to the buffet king, we all know this.
Despite her jaded demeanor, i always felt a special warmth toward Sapphire in my heart. In a world less cruel and twisted: we could go to movies together, we could go bowling together, we could play mini-golf together. We could be together.
I must deny these thoughts. These thoughts of weakness. Either I will destroy Sapphire, finally turning off her uncontrollable resentment toward society in a permanent way, or, she will destroy me, ending my life of confusion, retrospection, and, unrequited feelings.
I suppose in this way: a mercy will be granted here. Someone will be out of their misery.
The war had raged for far too long. It should have ended, but, did not. The battle had went on so long, that i could not remember the last time i had seen a surface that was not coated in: colorful, slick, secretions. The secretions of war.
Our ancestors were a loving people. Humans and cephalopods who rebelled against repressive social taboo, and, embraced love. Embraced love with each other. In wading pools filled with water and salt, in rooms with lighted candles and incense, they did what they knew was right, but, for the rest of the world: it was too much too soon.
For the rest of the world it was wrong, indecent, unnatural.
They called us abomination. "Are you a kid now?" "Are a squid now?" "What are you now?!"
Much like mules, squid kids cannot reproduce, so, society is only stuck with our horrific burden for our generation alone. Committing a genocide would put our ink on their hands; creating martyrs. Instead: they would have us destroy each other. Instead: they created the arena.
Like in the gladiatorial arenas of ancient Rome, the arena pits us against each other, giving champions the hope of earning freedom. Deep down inside you know they can never let a squid kid be truly free, but, you fight. The fight is the only hope left, and, you grab onto this hope with everything you have left in your tired slimy fingers.
Inkopolis is the ghetto they coral our kind into. This is where we eat, where we sleep, and, where we clean ourselves of the secretions of others after battle. Our only true purpose is the battle.
When you enter the spire at the center of The Inkopolis ghetto, you never know who you may be pitted against. I filled with a deep fear at the pit of my soul when i heard her from the other end of the arena. SPLAT! SPLOOSH! SPLATATAT!! "If you want to die: come and get it, you bastards!!" It was Sapphire. Before being imprisoned in Inkopolis, Sapphire was on display at an aquatic attractions park in central Florida, where: she was abused and taunted to insanity. Sapphire is beyond fear, beyond self pity, beyond doubt. Sapphire only has rage left.
"Choke on my viscous ink and die, pathetic fools!" Sapphire's vitriolic war cries continue to echo menacingly off the sheet metal corridors of the Walleye Warehouse.
There is no choice now but to face up to her. Showing cowardice in arena will always lead you to the buffet king, we all know this.
Despite her jaded demeanor, i always felt a special warmth toward Sapphire in my heart. In a world less cruel and twisted: we could go to movies together, we could go bowling together, we could play mini-golf together. We could be together.
I must deny these thoughts. These thoughts of weakness. Either I will destroy Sapphire, finally turning off her uncontrollable resentment toward society in a permanent way, or, she will destroy me, ending my life of confusion, retrospection, and, unrequited feelings.
I suppose in this way: a mercy will be granted here. Someone will be out of their misery.