MESOPELAGIC

The wonderful and amazing co-captain of Mesopelagic! Basalt (they/octo/he) is known for their mastery of analytics: need to know some stats? Basalt has you covered! They have charts for Meso's win/loss ratio, a database of every team Meso has interacted with, an organizational system for team resources, and so so much more. If you want it, Basalt probably doesn't have it. But they might be able to get it for you eventually.

Basalt currently plays all 3 dapple kits and the vanilla splatana wiper for the team. They love playing as the aggressive frontline, and are often seen pairing up with Train to cause physical and emotional damage to the enemy team. Also to themselves. Basalt is the only member of the team who dislocated a joint during a tournament and hopefully it stays that way (it won't).

Milk describes Basalt as a "single-celled organism". Is this an insult? A compliment? Nobody knows, but Basalt is delusional and believes it's the highest complimet they can earn.

Poor NamNam (she/her). Forced to captain a group of people who are all insane. Any normal person would have left Mesopelagic 20 million years ago, but Nam stays. Could it be that she's just as insane as the rest of them? The answer is absolutely yes. Nam always has a 75hp / 50 shield (can't even find bandages), and yet somehow she is the most terrifying Reefslider user you will ever see. Her terrorism knows no bounds. Rumor has it that Nam is responsible for 9/11 (this rumor was started by Temp).

Destroyer of worlds. Consumer of souls. Killer with no heart--oops, wait. That's the wrong script.

Where would Mesopelagic be without the wonderful stick ASMR they are subjected to every time that Train boots up Splatoon 3. The answer? Mesopelagic would have disbanded a long time ago. Train (they/them, because we are good woke) is an enigma

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Don't cry over spilt Milk! Unfortunately, Mesopelagic cries over Milk (any pronouns). A lot. Whether they're gooning in the general vc, yelling "67!" every minute, or making up metaphors that no sane person would ever make, Mesopelagic looks to their team coach for leadership and a stark reminder that unfortunately they are bad at the game. Milk's favorie things are making references to Warrior Cats quotes and pretending that they're coaching.

Milk is captain of Hawkfrost Fanclub, a team that does not exist. Sometimes, we can still hear their ghostly wails, crying out for release from the hell they have found themselves in. Milk is an e-liter one-trick who strikes fear into the hearts of all low-level players (especially Mesopelagic, who restructure entire gameplans in order to not die). Milk has some of the best game sense known to man, but spends all their time making callouts such as "push like a pregnant lady in labor". And yet, it works. Milk has the biggest ego, but they have the skill to back it up.

Cyima is Jayfeather. Jayfeather is Cyima. There is no difference between the two. This gay furry twink plays tent and nothing else. Cyima holds the record for "most Warrior Cats profile picture changes" at 16 or 17 changes. Cyima (they/them, because we are evil woke) is an extremely mechanically gifted player who is always baiting their team. Cyima rivals only Basalt with their obsession towards Warrior Cats, and when they aren't threatening to kill Milk in increasingly violent ways, they can often be found in general vc creating the most cursed overlays for their Splatoon 3 for the Nintendo Switch gameplay.

Cyima is not afraid of anything, except for Soap.

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