Today is a sad day for some octarians. , DJ Octavio had been slaughtered by the inkling race,and there was nothing anybody could have done to stop this. He was eager to get revenge on the inklings for being pushed around for so long. Perhaps, he wanted to taste the champagne like taste of glory. To give what you have never been able to get, or have. Perhaps that is why, or to see. The light of day. To pull his people out of poverty, to see joy on their faces. Or perhaps, for the sake of rivalry. To for once defeat the inkling race just for one more time. Tired of living in the inkling's shadow. To see the light of day may have been all that Octavio wanted.

No... What he wanted was death. A punch in the face. Something to tell him that he was hopeless as a leader. He could not do anything about the violence in Octo canyon, the poverty, the drugs, the crimes, and the cries for help. All the octoling s were immigrating to escape. Octavio had to do something before he would be killed. War was the only way out for him. Win or loss, he would get off easy. He could not solve the problems, but perhaps, just perhaps, his heir could save octo canyon, and do Octavio's bidding, what he wanted but could never do. Maybe so?