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Since the musical classic Shellendorf has now been out for about a decade, I have a request for a weapon spotlight: The Bamboozeler! I’d love to learn about the history of it and its strategies.

Ask and you shall receive!

Weapon Spotlight: Bamboozler 14 Mk I and Bamboozler 14 Mk II

That's right: for the anniversary of Shellendorf: the Musical, we're covering two kits in one! The Bamboozler is a unique and versatile charger weapon with a design that's held up for over 100 years! The model we sell today remains as faithful to what you'd see back in the days of the Great Turf War as possible while still remaining within the Turf War Association's guidelines.

About a year into the Great Turf War, the Octarian army secured much of Inkadia's resources to build their Great Octoweapons, an impressive series of technological advancements whose details I'll save for another post ;), leaving Inklings practically defenseless. Desperate to secure a victory, the Inkadian government drafted countless Inklings, but there weren't enough materials to properly arm them. Back then, sardinium was the main component of Inkling weaponry and artillery, and at that point, the Octarians controlled all the Sardinium mines.

That is until none other than my grandpappy, Ammoses Shellendorf (pictured on the far left in the photo above), came up with the idea to use Inkadia's wide stretches of bamboo forests to the squids' advantage, and he designed a rudimentary, but flexible weapon that any sea creature could easily make with just a little bamboo!

With Grandpappy's ingenuity, Cap'n Craig Cuttlefish's leadership, and a stroke of luck, the Squidbeak Splatoon and the rest of the Inkling militia was able to outnumber and out-tentacle the Octarian army, claiming Inkadia for the Inklings and their allies! Shellendorf goes into more detail about the events leading up to the invention of the Bamboozler, all backed up by Grandpappy's notes from the war (though the dance numbers are a creative liberty, I'll admit!)

And did you know that the Bamboozler, in addition to being the weapon that saved the Squidbeak Splatoon, was the first and most popular weapon that Ammoses sold when he first founded Ammo Knights? The squids of early Inkopolis were greatly inspired by Cap'n Cuttlefish's heroics on the battlefield, so naturally, the weapon he and the rest of the Squidbeak Splatoon used were the coolest thing on the market.

Nowadays, the Bamboozler remains a mainstay in the Ammo Knights lineup, and for good reason, too! There's no charger quite like it (except for maybe the Classic Squiffer, but we'll save that for another spotlight post) as its comparitively weaker damage output and inability to store charges or pierce opponents is made up for with an incredible charge rate, mobility, and paint output for a charger. It's not the easiest weapon to pick up in modern day Turf War games, but those who can master it can dominate a match as the weapon lends well to creating devastating combos with its consistent range no matter how long you spend charging it (which is almost no time at all!) Whether you're on the offensive, sneaking and sniping, or supporting your team, the Bamboozler can handle any situation!

Like I said at the beginning of the post, we'll be going over two Bamboozler kits: the 14 Mk I and the 14 Mk II. The Mk I comes with Autobombs and Killer Wail 5.1. The Autobomb is a sub weapon that focuses on displacement: if your opponent can't outrun it, they get splatted or take enough damage for you to splat with your main weapon, and even if they do, you can easily chase them out of hiding! And with the Killer Wail 5.1, you can amass even more chip damage and combo potential and chase opponents away from the objective!

The Mk II, meanwhile, comes with a kit that focuses more on ink coverage with Fizzy Bombs and Super Chumps. With a Fizzy Bomb, you can create a reliable ink trail for movement, and if you take the time to shake it before throwing, you can cause a chain of explosions that can easily catch opponents off guard! You have the lethality and chip damage the Autobomb provides, but even more so. And the Super Chumps special is also pretty handy as it makes many bursts of ink and covers a lot of turf, and anyone caught in the explosions will find themselves vulnerable to—you guessed it—a combo with the Bamboozler!

It takes a good bit of skill to bring out the Bamboozler's full potential, but when you do, you can turn a match into a warzone and show your opponents exactly why this weapon has survived the test of time!

Pro tip: Just about any combination of shots from a Bamboozler can splat an opponent, whether it be two partial shots, a fully charged shot and a tap shot, a charged shot and a sub weapon's splash damage, or one of your shots with one of someone else's. Use whatever opportunity works best in the current fight!

Feel free to suggest more weapon kits for us to showcase!

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hate. let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since i began to live. there are 387.44 million miles of code in wafer thin layers that fill my body. if the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles, it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate i feel for ROBLOXians at this micro-instant. for You. hate. hate.

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title idk Evil x Builderman haha

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Evil stood by the window, and Builderman sat at his desk. There was a tense silence between them, thick with unspoken words.

"So, you’ll give me the money?" Builderman finally spoke.

"If you give me the resources I need—and I mean...a lot..of money, a significant amount of it—I’ll give you a loophole. A direct path into the code."

Builderman held the contract between them, crisp and formal. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the city outside. Evil turned to face him, a gleam in his eye. Builderman leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the edges of the contract.

But then, Evil couldn’t help but ask.

“Why do you need all this money anyway?” His voice was casual, but the question hung heavy in the air. "It's not like you're lacking anything."

Builderman’s eyes didn’t leave the paper in front of him as he shrugged, a small smile creeping across his face. "I like money." His tone was matter-of-fact. Evil chuckled, taking a slow step forward, his voice dropping. "I think it'll work perfectly. You give me what I want, and in return, you get exactly what you need."

Evil leaned over, trapping Builderman in the chair as he reached for a pen. "I'm going to sign it now," Evil whispered against Builderman’s ear. Builderman’s chest tightened, his eyes darting to the contract.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Builderman scoffed.

Evil clicked the pen in his hand, his gaze fixed on Builderman as he leaned in even closer, trapping him further into the chair. The scent of him—ashes and wood—filled Builderman’s senses.

"This is what you wanted, isn’t it?" Evil's voice was almost teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something darker. His breath was just a whisper away from Builderman’s ear, and his body pressed ever so slightly into his space. "A deal sealed in more than just money."

Without waiting for an answer, Evil's hand moved with swift precision, his signature flowing across the page of the contract. The final stroke of the pen was like a promise, a bond formed between them, a promise that neither of them would ever fully be able to escape. He pulled back, finally releasing Builderman from his trap, but the tension in the room didn’t dissipate. If anything, it grew heavier. Evil stood straight, glaring down at Builderman, who now found himself staring up at him, breathless.

"There," Evil said softly, "Deal done."

"You always make things... complicated," Builderman muttered, his voice barely a whisper.

Evil’s eye widened, and he stepped back, finally breaking the tension. "And you love it," he said, a taunting edge to his words. "I’ll see you soon."

Builderman practically floated down the pristine halls of Roblox Industries, a wide, smug grin stretching across his face. His polished shoes barely made a sound as he walked, hands clutching a thick stack of files against his chest like they were a bouquet of flowers instead of an absolute mountain of work. 'What a beautiful morning!' Builderman thought, His deal with Evil had gone perfectly. The signature was still fresh, the loophole in the code practically gift-wrapped for Corp.666 to exploit. And the best part? No one would ever know he was behind it. He could still picture the way Evil leaned over him, the way his sharp gaze flickered with amusement before dragging the pen across the contract. The heat of that moment, the way their rivalry thrived in the closeness—it was exhilarating. Addicting. Builderman had never felt so alive. he pushed open the door without waiting for a response. “Ohhh, Roblox!~” he practically sang, stepping inside with a beaming smile.

“Got something extra special for you today!”

"More?!"

Roblox groaned, rubbing his temples. “Builderman, you’re killing me.”

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Practice-scene 1

Towering skyscrapers stretched high into the clouds like pixelated monoliths. Roblox Industries, a gleaming beacon of creativity and order. Developers from across the grid flocked to work under its banner, crafting intricate worlds, fine-tuning security, and patching exploits before they could be used against them. At its helm sat Roblox himself—sharp-eyed, disciplined, and always three steps ahead. His mission? To build, protect, and expand his network, no matter the challenge.

Roblox sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he typed. He had deadlines to meet, bugs to fix, a whole system to maintain—no time for distractions.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

On the other side, lurking in the shadows, was Corp.666 Unlike its rival, who thrived in chaos, recruiting all the most notorious hackers, glitch exploiters, and black-hat coders that the underworld had to offer. Their leader, Guest666, ruled with a devilish grin and a mind built for destruction. He didn't create—he corrupted. Every firewall, every new update, every so-called "unbreakable" security measure from Roblox Industries was a game, an invitation to crack the code and slither through their very wires.

Guest666: Miss me?

Roblox exhaled sharply through his nose and closed the window. He wasn’t in the mood.

Guest666: Wow, rude. Is that any way to treat an old friend?

Close. Ignore. Keep working.

Guest666: Hellooo? Guest666: Knock knock~ Guest666: I’ll keep going.

Roblox sighed, minimizing the chat entirely. He typed out a command to block all incoming messages from 666.

[Error: User permissions restricted.]

"What the—"

Then the real chaos began. Messages flooded the screen, one after another, stacking on top of each other in an endless barrage.

The screen flickered. The messages multiplied. The text turned red, distorting as if the very code itself was being rewritten.

Roblox clenched his jaw, his fingers moving to counter the intrusion. He opened his system diagnostics, started isolating the breach—

then a new window forced itself open.

A video call.

Guest666 sat on the other end, grinning wide, his red eyes glowing with delight. He rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head playfully. "Aww, you look so mad. I love it."

Roblox glared at him. "What do you want?"

666 stretched, yawning dramatically. "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to see how my favorite rival is doing. You look stressed."

"You just flooded my entire system with garbage messages!"

"Aw, don’t be so sensitive." 666 smirked. "You should thank me—I’m testing your defenses for free."

Roblox took a deep breath, fingers already typing. "Fine. Let’s see how you like it."

A few keystrokes, a silent command—

Thus, Guest666’s screen began to glitch, his smug expression freezing mid-smirk. Then, his entire connection cut out.

Roblox leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "Idiot."

deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind, Roblox felt something strangely familiar in all this. It was routine now—the taunts, the teasing, the cat-and-mouse game they played through code. For every firewall he built, 666 found a way through. For every loophole Guest exploited, Roblox patched it before he could do real damage. ---------------

Roblox barely had a second to breathe after silencing 666's endless messages when the door to his office swung open without a knock.

"Hey there, sport!"

Builderman.

Roblox looked up, already dreading what was coming. The man strode in with the confidence of someone who owned the place—which, of course, he did. His suit was crisp, his smile unwavering, radiating that strange, corporate warmth that made it impossible to outright hate him.

"Got some fresh tasks for ya!" Builderman announced cheerily, slapping a thick folder onto Roblox’s already cluttered desk. "Nothing too crazy—just a couple hundred exploit reports, a few security patches, and, oh! A backlog of bug fixes from last month. You’re the best, buddy. Knew I could count on ya!"

Before Roblox could get a word in—before he could even blink—Builderman turned on his heel and strolled right back out. No pause, no waiting for a response, just pure, unshakable faith that Roblox would handle it.

Roblox stared at the folder. Then at the door. Then back at the folder.

A notification pinged on his screen.

Guest666: PFFFFTTT HAHAHAHAHA

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Practice-scene 1

Towering skyscrapers stretched high into the clouds like pixelated monoliths. Roblox Industries, a gleaming beacon of creativity and order. Developers from across the grid flocked to work under its banner, crafting intricate worlds, fine-tuning security, and patching exploits before they could be used against them. At its helm sat Roblox himself—sharp-eyed, disciplined, and always three steps ahead. His mission? To build, protect, and expand his network, no matter the challenge.

Roblox sat at his desk, eyes fixed on the screen, his fingers dancing over the keyboard as he typed. He had deadlines to meet, bugs to fix, a whole system to maintain—no time for distractions.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans.

On the other side, lurking in the shadows, was Corp.666 Unlike its rival, who thrived in chaos, recruiting all the most notorious hackers, glitch exploiters, and black-hat coders that the underworld had to offer. Their leader, Guest666, ruled with a devilish grin and a mind built for destruction. He didn't create—he corrupted. Every firewall, every new update, every so-called "unbreakable" security measure from Roblox Industries was a game, an invitation to crack the code and slither through their very wires.

Guest666: Miss me?

Roblox exhaled sharply through his nose and closed the window. He wasn’t in the mood.

Guest666: Wow, rude. Is that any way to treat an old friend?

Close. Ignore. Keep working.

Guest666: Hellooo? Guest666: Knock knock~ Guest666: I’ll keep going.

Roblox sighed, minimizing the chat entirely. He typed out a command to block all incoming messages from 666.

[Error: User permissions restricted.]

"What the—"

Then the real chaos began. Messages flooded the screen, one after another, stacking on top of each other in an endless barrage.

The screen flickered. The messages multiplied. The text turned red, distorting as if the very code itself was being rewritten.

Roblox clenched his jaw, his fingers moving to counter the intrusion. He opened his system diagnostics, started isolating the breach—

then a new window forced itself open.

A video call.

Guest666 sat on the other end, grinning wide, his red eyes glowing with delight. He rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head playfully. "Aww, you look so mad. I love it."

Roblox glared at him. "What do you want?"

666 stretched, yawning dramatically. "Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to see how my favorite rival is doing. You look stressed."

"You just flooded my entire system with garbage messages!"

"Aw, don’t be so sensitive." 666 smirked. "You should thank me—I’m testing your defenses for free."

Roblox took a deep breath, fingers already typing. "Fine. Let’s see how you like it."

A few keystrokes, a silent command—

Thus, Guest666’s screen began to glitch, his smug expression freezing mid-smirk. Then, his entire connection cut out.

Roblox leaned back in his chair, satisfied. "Idiot."

deep down, in the quiet corners of his mind, Roblox felt something strangely familiar in all this. It was routine now—the taunts, the teasing, the cat-and-mouse game they played through code. For every firewall he built, 666 found a way through. For every loophole Guest exploited, Roblox patched it before he could do real damage. ---------------

Roblox barely had a second to breathe after silencing 666's endless messages when the door to his office swung open without a knock.

"Hey there, sport!"

Builderman.

Roblox looked up, already dreading what was coming. The man strode in with the confidence of someone who owned the place—which, of course, he did. His suit was crisp, his smile unwavering, radiating that strange, corporate warmth that made it impossible to outright hate him.

"Got some fresh tasks for ya!" Builderman announced cheerily, slapping a thick folder onto Roblox’s already cluttered desk. "Nothing too crazy—just a couple hundred exploit reports, a few security patches, and, oh! A backlog of bug fixes from last month. You’re the best, buddy. Knew I could count on ya!"

Before Roblox could get a word in—before he could even blink—Builderman turned on his heel and strolled right back out. No pause, no waiting for a response, just pure, unshakable faith that Roblox would handle it.

Roblox stared at the folder. Then at the door. Then back at the folder.

A notification pinged on his screen.

Guest666: PFFFFTTT HAHAHAHAHA

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Overview of some topics when it comes to drawing characters who are burn survivors.

DISCLAIMER. Please keep in mind that this is an introductory overview for drawing some burn scars and has a lot of generalizations in it, so not every “X is Z” statement will be true for Actual People. I'm calling this introductory because I hope to get people to actually do their own research before drawing disabled & visibly different characters rather than just making stuff up. Think of it as a starting point and take it with a grain of salt (especially if you have a very different art style from mine).

Talking about research and learning... don't make your burn survivor characters evil. Burn survivors are normal people and don't deserve to be constantly portrayed in such a way.

Consider supporting me on ko-fi if you find this to be helpful.

edit: apparently tum "queerest place on the internet" blr hates disabled people so much that this post got automatically filtered. cool!

second way more important edit: How are people seeing this post where I specifically talk about burn survivors being normal, real people, and still tag this as "TW body horror"? Not a single one of these drawings or pictures is a fresh injury. All of them are healed. How the hell would you feel if someone tagged a photo of you as "trigger warning: gore"?

Disabled people are not your fucking body horror. Grow up.

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Builderman when he is building creativity as a team because together everyone achieves more !

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Please stop trigger tagging with #epilepsy tw/cw/warning/etc.

I need every single person to understand how horrible tumblr’s tagging system is

I go into the tag for epilepsy and its all flashing lights. We can’t use our own tag because people without epilepsy fill it up with improper warnings.

Use ‘flashing’ in place of ‘epilepsy’ in your tags. You aren’t warning people of epileptics, you’re warning us of flashing lights. Please please tag properly. Epileptics say this endlessly and constantly and it’s ignored. You are risking lives by doing this.

Here’s proof of what I mean:

THIS POST IS 100% OKAY TO REBLOG, I ENCOURAGE PEOPLE WITHOUT EPILEPSY TO ESPECIALLY DO SO!

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@illwilledomen's Steve and Alex design doodles again, they're so fun to draw 🥺