Splatoon 2 - Octo Expansion Mem Cakes

Inkling Squid
Inkling Boy (Blue)
Inkling Boy (Green)
Inkling Girl (Orange)
Inkling Girl (Pink)
Twintacle Octotrooper
At last we meet, my so-called foe. But is our fate to spray this hate? Perhaps we'll learn in depths below... You gaze seaward with azure hope. Between each blink you calmly think, As when you use a Splatterscope. The rolling column splatters all. A stray shot shakes the trees awake. The summer turns, here comes the fall. You paint the turf with graceful strokes. With watchful eye, I breathe a sigh. From sniper's perch, I go for broke. With tresses pink and eyes a blank, A smile so faint, it hides your feint, You slip on past—outfoxed! Outflanked! The world I knew seems like a trap. I'm drawn now to the strange and new. Would my old friends think me a sap? Two fat and heavy locks hang low. They frame your face above a base Of stumpy leg and pigeon toe. A hilltop picnic, friends and fruit. Your whirling blades provide us shade. I raise a hand in mock salute. Destroy your troubles—bombs away! A tempting thought: bring all to naught. No wonder your friends tend to stray. You face away, thinking me blind, Like I don't know what you won't show. Your love is still clear from behind.
Steel Eel
So principled you might explode, But when you burst, who's really cursed? Your loved ones have to bear that load. It seems to you a sly attack, But for your pains you make no gains. You only get shot in the back. How loftily you float on high, Suspended there in starry air As you drip purple passing by. How desolate this star-marked limb. Is what awaits me this same fate? I must not dwell; it's much too grim. Though parted by the ocean deep, My oldest friend, we meet again. I touch your face; you rouse from sleep. You overwhelm with crowds and throngs. At every turn, you writhe and churn. Why can't we simply get along? Where love could blossom, spite congeals. Faced with these thieves, I aim and heave A cluster bomb right in the feels. The hunt leads down a winding path. Tightly coiled and well-oiled, These dirty squids could use a bath. Now nights grow long; summer abates. The tides recede as squids stampede. With fireworks, we celebrate. Erupting eel glimpses the sky. Its eyelids squint against the glint Of sun unseen by creatures shy.
Spawn Point
Squid Bumper
Power Clam
When problems stack too tall to see, Just chip away and, day by day, You'll grow to live a life carefree. Your motor whines; the ocean roars. No ink can halt your firm assault. Let these invaders know the score. A sudden drizzle bars my way. It's no hour for this shower, But light rain won't ruin my day. Each glittered scale shines so bright. You're my last ditch to strike it rich And tilt my bank balance aright. Finality's not what it seems. When your end comes, rise up and run. Don't let defeat dissolve your dreams. Oblivious, adrift, and round, You hold inside a tempting prize. Who doesn't love that popping sound? You teach the virtues of the still, And yet I spurned the lesson learned. My problem is I have no chill. Another squid? I'm gonna hurl. It's just litter! Please consider How we Octolings see the world. We're torn apart so many times; I must be bold and keep my hold To make their team pay for their crimes. When four are one, they make a team. But one from ten? Uhh, come again? It's like some kind of fever dream.
Splat Roller
Splat Bomb
Suction Bomb
Burst Bomb
Curling Bomb
Toxic Mist
I topple from the tower ledge And choke back tears to see the gears Eliminate our hard-won edge. To plant a tree's its own reward. After you're gone, it will grow on In memory, initials scarred. The polished nozzle gleams and shines. Unblemished gun reflects the sun. A good day's match; victory's mine. I shake the squeegee to and fro. As I do laps my color saps; A fair trade for a mighty blow. Closer to pyramids than spheres— Let fly the bombs! A sigh, then calm. A pillow stained with ink—or tears. Though it flies errant or amiss, Should its sly arc hit near the mark, Your fate is sealed with its kiss. Not everyone can be a scourge In tense combat. I toss this splat, A monument to my last surge. Its friendly face, its easy stride— That's all a front. Let me be blunt; It leaves you with nowhere to hide. No stealth or guile, not for you. You pave the way as plain as day, Foreshadowing imminent spew. The sickly sweet aroma spreads. Its stagnant arms bring only harm, Along with sluggish, looming dread.
Judd & Li'l Judd
Crusty Sean
Mr. Grizz
I watch your tendrils undulate; A blue bouquet that twirls and sways, As central mass swells and deflates. Black, bulging eyes stare far inside. What does he see deep within me? From his sharp gaze, no one can hide. Two friends who never are apart: One's always cool, the other stews. I love them both with all my heart. A patch of sun? A fresh-caught fish? No bribe will swerve your eye for turf, However desperately we wish. Hmm, Slosher? Inkbrush? Curling Bomb? I'd gladly browse for hours and hours; Your gushing ramble brings me calm. How long must I wait in his line? Such tragic lack of Crusty snack... I'm almost there! It will be mine! They told me you had gone to ground, And your rad groove was concrete proof That you had made it safe and sound. "I rule," you said, "It's in my blood. Don't step to me—ESPECIALLY if you can't hang with my best bud." Behind his dour, one-eyed stare, Our urchin friend conceals a yen For making the most out of gear. Oh, what I'd give to be employed! Better, I'd say, to work for pay Than ride this subway through the void.
Toni Kensa
iShipIt Logo
"Slow Your Roll" Mole
Our sweat dripping from every pore. The harsh, hot sun won't stop this run. We grit our teeth and ask for more. Squids often wear this as they strike With bomb and brush. It's quite a rush. Wish I could know what that was like... I hate the sea but love the breeze. The sandy shore I will endure Just for that brisk, zephyrous tease. Constructed of glass and concrete, A city stays in dull, drab grays Till we splash color on its streets. Your 'tude is righteous, as you say. Is your science as defiant? Prove that your battle rhymes can slay. Put down the phone; go shelve your book. Get ready, champ—it's time to camp! We'll share a drink right from the brook! I see you standing in the rain. Within a storm—forever warm. Powerful as a hurricane. A Skalop brand atop your crown Will turn some heads but really shreds When it is simply turned around. I pack my feelings in a box: A parcel stuffed with hope and love And trimmed with stamps unorthodox. "When going through here, play it cool!" Or get a clue and don't go through! I won't bend on this! Them's the rules!
Li'l Max
Jr. Mark
Familiar Graffiti
Mini Zapfish
Power Egg
How I admire Li'l Max! The highest rank to be so swank That my rivals have heart attacks. Mistakes of youth teach us a lot. We skate too fast or have a blast And learn quickly not to get caught. I've seen this, but I'm not aware Just what the splat I'm looking at! Is it a frog or a brown bear? Your song inspired a blush of love. It gave my heart a fresh new start. Now I ascend to shores above. The tides go out and take the light. How will I greet you when we meet? It keeps me up on inkstained nights. Encased in sturdy sphere of glass. It breaks my heart to see you caught With whiskers trembling as I pass. The rhythm etched in little jolts; Those idols sing and put a spring In my steps as I crank the volts. Though slick with slime, I keep my grip. The chill seeps through my gift from you. I mustn't let this cargo slip. Beneath a summer sky I walk, Through valley, plain, and back again, Dreaming of what you might unlock. When I get my hands on these fish I might exchange them on the range, Except that they look so delish...
Sunken Scroll
DJ Octavio
Mint Dakroniks
Skalop Hoodie
King Tank
Orange Arrows
Knitted Hat
White Tee
Neon Sea Slugs
Takoroka Mesh
A mystery rolled up and bound— Oh, what's the use? It's too obtuse. I'll dump it in the lost and found. I leave without ceremony. Don't be too sore; I wanted more. My sincerest apology. I see you walking down the street. You think you're slick in those lime kicks, But they'd look fresher on my feet. On colder days, I like these clothes. With other threads I'd stay in bed— It's too frigid to be exposed! This swells a stir of royal pride. In small or large, you lead the charge. The ink of nobles flows inside. Such devilfish-may-care couture— The colors clash and make a splash! Without a doubt, footwear du jour. No matter thickness, brim, or gauge, A well-done purl will awe the world. These handmade hats are all the rage! I don't quite trust this stark white brand. It's more for squids or little kids... And where's the pop? It's oh-so bland! The squishing footsteps trudge in muck. Their path revealed by heavy heel. My heart beats quick; a stroke of luck! It keeps the elements away: No rain, nor heat, nor wind, nor sleet. But does it guard against ink spray?