The deafening sound of cheering and clapping could be heard from miles around. "People" roared and cheered as they witnessed their glorious leader step onto a podium to speak to his fellow brethren. A man excitedly grabbed their primitive microphone and yelled, "Ladies and gentlemen! I present to you, our leader Octavio!"
Octavio was in his humanoid form, sporting a kimono-like outfit and a golden kabuto hat with an octopus emblem. His hair was a red-violet shade and his eyes were a green color. The cheering had grown louder, Octavio's admirers all showing their praise and respect for him in the loudest ways possible. The microphone was passed to Octavio, who exclaimed, "Hello hello, my fellow octarians!"
"As sea levels rise, it becomes clearer each day that the octarian and inkling cannot continue to coexist! Today is the day that we octarians fight for all the remaining land! We declare war against the inklings and their allies! We will make this land ours! We'll achieve a perfect octo-only utopia! The city of Octaria will be the greatest yet! As we enter this war, we must keep our spirits high! You must all be ready to give your lives for the octarian cause, for the good of our kind! I promise- by the end, we will all succeed in our struggle and obtain freedom!"
The octarians all clapped and cheered for their leader, agreeing with his words. Now, they had begun to sing a song of praise.
We'll all liberate the octarian's land!
Octaria and peace will go hand in hand!
We'll all head to the battlefield!
We'll all fight until we feel,
The feeling of a glorious victory!
The war of the Octarian liberation,
Will go down in history,
As the victorious fight for our new haven!
Long live Octavio, Long live the octarians!
Our will shines a light, so bright and so radiant!
The song continued to be sung by the massive crowd another 22 times. Octavio smiled all throughout, enjoying the sight of all his supporters cheering and singing for him. No one felt fearful of the future, no one felt doubtful of the promises made by Octavio, the octarians instead all felt an ignorant hope for the future to come.
