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(First quest. Expect fuckups. More concrete stats/character sheet/data as we go.)
You are an unremarkable mortal. You LURK on imageboards and CONSUME fictional media.
While you've read and watched through many series, the conceit of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" has always enthralled you, compensating exposure to ABSURDITY and even BLOODSHED with fantastic powers reflecting one's SOUL. While you are up to date on the original manga (from the beginning to the latest installment, the JOJOLANDS), the anime adaptation, and even spin-off material, there is one story arc cemented in your head as your very FAVORITE.
[roll 1d9 for your favorite part, will choose the mode]
You are only vaguely aware of your background as you regain consciousness. You are slumped against a stone wall. It's pretty dark, and there are unfamiliar sounds and lights in the distance. The night air is warm and a bit dusty. You can just about make out you're in some sort of alleyway.
You manage to get to your feet. You start to remember piddling little details like your NAME, AGE, ORIGIN, and...
...Wait.
Your eyes trail a long shadow on the ground up to the distance, where it's cast by a tall silhouette. Someone is approaching you. It's a man with a bird on his shoulder, but it doesn't take the foreknowledge of a BIZARRE loremaster to realize that it's no mere man and no mere bird.
That's <span class="mu-s">DIO</span> himself! And his pet falcon, <span class="mu-s">Pet Shop</span>!
Do you:
>Try summoning your ULTIMATE POWERS. You're in a strange locale that's not your bed! This is clearly a lucid dream!
>Oh shit! Muster your strength and try to get away!
>Yawn and fall back asleep. This is clearly a dream! You're not interesting enough to have actually been swept off to another world.
>This doesn't feel like a dream. Your body feels like ice melting into the ground. He's getting closer and you're sweating, bile bubbling up your throat and piss threatening to trickle out of you as the 'gravity' of your situation sets in.
>Hold. Running is useless and your legs feel like lead. Wrack your AMPLE knowledge of the source material and LACKING knowledge of social interactions for a good first impression.
>Write-in.
[can choose 2 of above]
You are an unremarkable mortal. You LURK on imageboards and CONSUME fictional media.
While you've read and watched through many series, the conceit of "JoJo's Bizarre Adventure" has always enthralled you, compensating exposure to ABSURDITY and even BLOODSHED with fantastic powers reflecting one's SOUL. While you are up to date on the original manga (from the beginning to the latest installment, the JOJOLANDS), the anime adaptation, and even spin-off material, there is one story arc cemented in your head as your very FAVORITE.
[roll 1d9 for your favorite part, will choose the mode]
You are only vaguely aware of your background as you regain consciousness. You are slumped against a stone wall. It's pretty dark, and there are unfamiliar sounds and lights in the distance. The night air is warm and a bit dusty. You can just about make out you're in some sort of alleyway.
You manage to get to your feet. You start to remember piddling little details like your NAME, AGE, ORIGIN, and...
...Wait.
Your eyes trail a long shadow on the ground up to the distance, where it's cast by a tall silhouette. Someone is approaching you. It's a man with a bird on his shoulder, but it doesn't take the foreknowledge of a BIZARRE loremaster to realize that it's no mere man and no mere bird.
That's <span class="mu-s">DIO</span> himself! And his pet falcon, <span class="mu-s">Pet Shop</span>!
Do you:
>Try summoning your ULTIMATE POWERS. You're in a strange locale that's not your bed! This is clearly a lucid dream!
>Oh shit! Muster your strength and try to get away!
>Yawn and fall back asleep. This is clearly a dream! You're not interesting enough to have actually been swept off to another world.
>This doesn't feel like a dream. Your body feels like ice melting into the ground. He's getting closer and you're sweating, bile bubbling up your throat and piss threatening to trickle out of you as the 'gravity' of your situation sets in.
>Hold. Running is useless and your legs feel like lead. Wrack your AMPLE knowledge of the source material and LACKING knowledge of social interactions for a good first impression.
>Write-in.
[can choose 2 of above]
