This is a story of lineages and organizations, of ill-defined martial arts and misremembered facts, of supernatural species and out of context foes ,of absurd abilities and gaudy outfits, dead dogs and inhuman parasites, non sequiturs and evil ubermensches, of continental treks and last second ass-pulls, intrigue and befriending (the nicer) enemies, of poorly utilized powers and mobsters of varying morality, of well-laid plans and the machinations of fate, of regaining what was lost and empowered tyrants, of amnesiacs and conspiracies, of delinquents and fortunes, and more..But foremost, this is a saga of the conflict between good and evil, light and dark. Of the will to protect and better oneself, and the will to subjugate and destroy. Of repugnant villains and the chivalric heroes who oppose them. The story I am about to tell is but a sliver of the whole of this quest, this odyssey, this… adventure.The year is 1960, November 3rd. It is a Thursday. This is when we will start our story, but first, a few notes. It is 955 AD. A woman whose name would translate into “Carved Tusk” from what would be later known as the Dorset Culture, in northwest Greenland, develops what would later be known as a stand, after drinking water that collected in the divots of a sacred meteorite. Translated, it would be known as「Song of Turning and Spinning」.Taking the form of a humanoid-seal scrimshaw figure, it would allow her to swap the souls of items, people, and animals, making bone as flexible as leather, leather as hard as bone, making snow animate with human movement, and humans as easy to break as snowmen. It is 960 AD, after defending her people from Thule invaders, she perishes after killing 100 enemy soldiers. She is the first Stand user in History to name their stand after a musical reference.In 1031 AD, Vikings fled settlements in what they referred to as Vinland, after the quantity and quality of grapes found there. This is due to attacks on the settlements, not by the native peoples referred to as “Skraelings” by the Vikings, but by a Mesoamerican Vampiric Lord. After stealing the face of a native wife of one of the colonists, she makes her way from Greenland, to Iceland, to Norway, bringing with her a quantity of stone masks. Hoping to escape fierce competition from other vampires in the new world(unbeknownst to her, there are also vampires and stone masks in the old world), she is defeated thanks to the efforts of a party consisting of a Tibetan monk, a Swedish Berserker, A Norman Noble, A Fatimid Scholar, a Kara-Khanid Archer, and several dozen helpful, precocious children. All of these individuals learn Hamon from the monk, (save the sidekicks) and do some whacky shit with it.
>>6422860It is 1328 AD, and Mansa Musa, 9th ruler of the Mali Empire, develops a fascination with meteoric iron, after an Arabic scholar demonstrates its power as a catalyst, giving a courtier the ability to preserve life with salt, while sustaining the organism itself. Mansa Musa proceeds to purchase and acquire as much Meteoric Iron as he can, alien virus infused or otherwise.It is 1860 AD, the younger brother of a certain George Joestar, a one Stuart Joestar, leaves England and begins serving in the Royal navy, eventually serving on HMS Prometheus, being present during the annexation of Lagos, serving for many years, and eventually marrying a Nigerian woman. He never sees his nephew, one Jonathan Joestar.Our Protagonist is one Wodajo Ańjọrìn, a Lagos Construction Firm Clerk. He is 21 years old, and he has recently gotten a promotion, increasing his salary from 34 Nigerian pounds a month, to 36 Nigerian pounds a month. He lives well within his means, and seldom goes drinking. He is less social than many of his peers, and tries to live a quiet life. His job involves going over building permits, and making sure everything is in order. Ever since Nigeria's independence from Britain a month ago, he has had an increase of responsibilities, though he remains on top of everything. His mother, Amina Ańjọrìn, has recently passed away, leaving him her house. While not stately, it is a nice home, 2 floors with access to power and water, and little risk of water damage from the predominantly swampy soil of Lagos. His father, one James Adeola, was a governmental clerk, but died when Wodajo was a boy. He has no siblings. He has, to his knowledge, no living relatives. He has some European heritage, but it is almost entirely evident in his bright green eyes, a trait not shared by either of his late parents.Currently, he is in bed. It is 10:30 pm, and he has a long day ahead of him. A water treatment plant is under construction, though already active, and permits are to be processed for the construction of additional storage tanks, a time consuming, boring process. Moreso, it will likely take up part of his Saturday as well, something he is dreading.Suddenly, our hero is startled awake by a noise. A loud clatter, like things getting smashed open, is emitted from downstairs. Probably Drunken revelers, celebrating newfound self determination, or merely using it as a pretext to getting drunk.What should our Hero Do?>Grab something sturdy as a weapon and investigate the noise.>Lock the Door and Go Back to sleep.>Yell outside, Letting Neighbors know there is a intruder(s)>Shout that you have a gun( you don’t) and you aren’t afraid to shoot>Other [Write-in]
>>6422864>Grab something sturdy as a weapon and investigate the noise.SONO CHIII NO SADAMEEEEJOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOJOOOOOO
>>6422864>Shout that you have a gun( you don’t) and you aren’t afraid to shoot
>>6422864>>Grab something sturdy as a weapon and investigate the noise
>>6422864>Grab something sturdy as a weapon and investigate the noise.
>>6422864>>Lock the Door and Go Back to sleep.
>>6422864>Grab something sturdy as a weapon and investigate the noiseMaintain the surprise factor
Oh shit, a JoJo quest. Now this is my kinda jam, reminds me of when I first started visiting this board.>>6422864>Other [Write-in]>Climb out of a window and run to the neighbor's house for help
>>6422864>Yell outside, Letting Neighbors know there is a intruder(s)
