Good to see you, Rhodes, you demon who annihilates reason!
I am the narrator of this tale of suffering, Oruroag, who weaves the Ring of Fate.
And your story begins with these numbers:
2450!
One year, you picked up a red cat who loved ice cream. She was a Stand user, with an invincible Stand called Laevatain, until Oripathy came.
Another year, you fished up a strange scale. It seemed to love those stories you told your friends, stories that existed only in your imagination, until the great rebellion began.
This year, you gained a younger sister. But her frail and laughable ideals made you burst out laughing. After calming down, you turned around and took her very juicy friend for yourself.
You love stirring up the chaotic winds of change beneath a crumbling order, savoring the fear and pain born of humanity with the utmost elegance. Does that make you happy?
This year, the message you sent most often was: Send me some hot pics of the Black Snake.
August 19 was probably a special day. You stayed up late, still looking at hot pics of the Sarkaz at 11:45:14.
At that moment, you imagined a white-haired Sarkaz appearing in your dreams.
