I awaken at six in the morning preparing for new beginnings from my home overlooking the hip, fresh city full of possibilities. The steady beat of the hip-hop song playing on my radio fills my heart and body with the eagerness that speaks of the awaiting day. I was to serve in our world's favorite pastime. This was going to be the first time in which I was old enough to take up the rank of what many people would refer to as rookie.
It had been the day before in which I received my invitation in the mail. The choice that I had to make the moment the invitation made it to my hands was something in which I had to choose what side I was to support. It was always like this whenever this event happened. Sure, the event would broadcast all over the world but it still was a choice, which I could not run into without careful deliberation of what options would be fall onto my small shoulders.
Before the only choice I had to make was between the changes that were made to my physical body rather than spiritual. I do need to check in on if my spiritual body changed with each passing day of training. It was not as if I worried too much since I had not trained much these past few days. I think the case of the flu had been culprit of why I went without knowing what fate held for me the moment I stepped out onto the battlefield.
Looking over my shoulder, I take note of the posters hanging on the wall from the previous events, which I had missed but witnessed from the plaza. I would take a seat on a bench in front of the jumbo Tron watching the contestants risk their lives just for a prize deemed to help make changes to things we took into battle. This would be my year in which I was free to fight for the side that I had always thought was amazing.
The future…
Walking over to the closet, I opened it revealing a plethora of items that I chose three days before I was to serve for my side. It was a simple item, which I saw in some books that creatures called humans used for home maintenance. They sure did some silly things with a weapon that spread colors across a large area in a long path of colorful ink.
Picking it up, I begin switching it from my right to left hand before setting it down onto the floor. I look down taking note of how light it was when empty. This would change the moment I filled the tank with ink at the entrance point before battling.
I could have chosen to use the first generation of this weapon but I found it out this one was compatible with my seeker bombs. I could quickly release the bombs with a simple press of a button on the handle. This would give me a minute to escape in case I run out of ammo.
I head to the door to leave; I do not bother to pack a lunch, as I was too excited to eat. I would have to grab some kind of meal on my way to the battlefield. Who knows maybe I will have the chance to score a few autographs from our gracious hosts before nightfall when the real battle would begin. The single most important event in our history is a war of two sides. No one would be safe from the call of battle. These days would be something that we would speak about for many millennia; our war would be another page in history after its conclusion.
Once I walk outside, I make eye contact with my neighbor. He too has a roller; this one however has designs of a kraken on each side of the roller. I take note of the shirt he is wearing…it has a picture of a dinosaur on it. That only meant that we were on opposing sides and we would have to face each other in battle at least once. If that were the case, I would not go easy on him just because we are friends and neighbors.
I look towards the path that leads to the city. I look up at the blue sky noticing the birds flying above our quaint neighborhood. Soon we would become a part of the twenty-four hour battle. It was time to prove that I was not only a squid….but a kid too.
I was ready to enter the fray of Splatfest.