R.I.P. IwataOnly one minute left on the clock. Orange and blue covered nearly every inch of the playfield, hiding the ground beneath a layer of ink. With my Aerospray in my hands, filled completely with orange ink, I charged forward. With a pull of the trigger, I covered the ground before me with my team's color, trying to push back the blue onslaught and win the game.More Like This
Out of all the games at the Stadium, Turf War had to be my favorite. It always managed to come down to the last few seconds of the game, and this one was no exception. I dove down into the ink, shifting my inkling form to that of a squid and swam forward. Popping back out, I sprayed over the opposing team, defeating one with a satisfying splat. Of course, they'd be alright. It was all just fun and games after all.
Thirty seconds. We finally managed to pick up lost ground. Now it was a fight for the valuable middle area. I placed one of my mines down into the ink, having the feeling that someone would trip it. I was glad to see I was