I'm a shitposter, Karen

By any other metric they’d be seas. Superior especially (the big one in the upper left) behaves like a small ocean, and has claimed at least 250 ships and over 1000 people. Gordon Lightfoot wrote a frankly chilling song about her that I’ll include here:

The Chippewa (or more accurately their preferred spelling of Ojibwe) are the indigenous people native to northern Minnesota and Wisconsin, and southern Canada north of there, and Gitchee Gumee is their name for Lake Superior (well, it’s really gichi-gami, the spelling in the song comes from Longfellow’s transcription of it). A TON of place names in the northern Midwest come from their language, along with that of the Potawatomi and Algonquin people. (It gets confusing - the Wisconsin city of Manitowoc is an Ojibwe name, yet the similar-sounding city of Oconomowoc is a Potawatomi word)

This actually made me wonder what the Ojibwe name for Lake Michigan was…only to discover that the name “Michigan” is itself an Ojibwe name, heh.

The Edmund Fitzgerald was going from Superior, Wisconsin to Cleveland, which is on the southern shore of Lake Erie.

Playing Legends for the first time years after it was released I of course knew about Volo and his cute little mischiefs. I still ended up in this situation due to my brilliant idea of creating a perfectly round team and a bunch of other bad decisions. Believe me or not this didn’t end well.

While I was prepared for Volo I certainly was not prepared for Kamado and his unique ways of making decisions and solving problems. I was not prepared for the whole exile situation or the last cutscene where this amazing man just gracefully plopped all his responsibilities on Cyllene’s shoulders. The woman is two piplup tall and probably one mishap away from murdering someone, give her a break.

I’m a little sad now because it’s time to say goodbye to my morning routine of sketching whatever questionable ideas visited my head while playing.