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Hello. Hey. What's up?

Yo.

I'm Silver. My friend told me I should get this to communicate better. I don't like the idea of communicating better. I don't speak, at all, if you didn't know. Not even any booyah's, which are unfortunate to the booyah bomb-ers.

So I'm using this thing as a thing to write my thoughts down. I think the term for it was...diary? I don't know. I'm not too good with human words, but I'm trying my best.

So. I'm an Octoling. I got round ears. There's a few distinguishing features between octolings and inklings. I like the color blue.

I don't know where to start in this. About me? What I did today, and probably will continue doing every day?

Well, let's see what I did today. I won a few battles, lost two, splatted precisely 21 squids, and had a tableturf battle with R and won.

Oh. You probably don't know who R is. He's basically my best friend. He knows me well enough to communicate for me thank the zapfish. He's about the same height as me with very light skin. And he usually has red ink. He uses tetra daulies.

I don't do much of anything else, really. I don't have any other friends either. I turf battle with random people, random strangers. I can usually find them around Inkopolis, though. This is a big city. According to history studiers, this place was home to a big human settlement. New York, it was called.

Which reminds me. A big Splatfest is coming up. Who would be a better leader? Shiver, Frye or Big Man. I personally like Frye. She's cute. Small, cute and silly.

I can hear you breathing down my neck, R.

They glared at him, shutting the book in their hands.

"What? I wanna know what you're writing~!"

Silver shook their head.

"Please, c'mon, I know you wrote about me, let me see!"

They shook their head again, glaring at the male inkling. He huffed in response.

"Okay, okay. Be mysterious and lonesome for all I care. I'm gonna go turf some tables. Talk later?"

Silver didn't get a chance to react. The inkling was already racing away. They shook their head, annoyed.

He gets on my nerves sometimes.

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Hello again, diary.

Yo.

“Pff. Nobody says ‘yo’ anymore.”

You’re being annoying.

“I know.” R grinned.

I’m trying to write, don’t you have anything better to do?

“Ouch.”

Oh shut up, traitor.

“Hmph, well, fine then. I’ll leave you be, Silver, but just know I’ll win Splatfest!”

He gets on my nerves sometimes. But I gotta love him.

He picked Shiver for this Splatfest. Shiver is cool and all, but Frye is better. Obviously.

And 32% of the squids I've encountered are lenient towards Big Man. Frye is better. Definitely. Did I use that word right?

I accidentally walked into water earlier. It was not a pleasant feeling.

I have a match starting soon. I should probably stop writing.

- S

They sighed.

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They glared at the celebrating teammates, exciting the match and entering the locker room.

Diary, diary...where is it? I swear I put it right here.

They looked around the floor, seeing if they dropped it somewhere.

Shit.

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What is up, Diary?

I’m R3D, the raddest and best tableturf player alive! Booyah! I snuck into Silver’s locker while they were turfing. Now I can write in here too! They’ll be mad, for sure, but that’s a problem for future me.

Update:

I’m writing this from an abandoned alleyway. Help. Silver is spooky when mad. They're scarily quiet.

I should probably stop writing. But this is so cool! I’ve never had a


Like I said, R gets on my nerves sometimes. More like all the times.

I got justice.

I brought my weapon with me. He’s now hiding at his last spawn point...which would be a random turf map. I should find him again.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to modify much of anything. He ripped out a page, which is odd. I’ll interrogate him later.

That’s all that happened today. What an eventful day.