...It really saddens me to say this, but my probably last post on this sub will be tomorrow.

I'm quitting.

I'm not having fun anymore. I can't think of anything to do with my characters, and sometimes I don't even enjoy playing as them...

The reason I’m role-playing is just for fun. If I’m not having any fun, then why continue?

That’s why I’ll make a post tomorrow to explain why they’ll be disappearing in lore

It’ll also be one last interaction.

It was fun while it lasted, Eggman Empire, but fun isn't infinite.

I’m not saying I won’t come back—I have no issues with this sub at all. I love you all, guys.

Anyway, see you tomorrow.

-The guy who plays the dreamer, the strongest warrior in the universe, and the nameless hero.

/j

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...The flow of life. Throwing himself into it was the only way for reality to recognize Giorno as being alive.

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That was his only option—at least, that’s what the saint told him. His body is alive, but the world doesn’t recognize him as such.

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So there he stood before the golden expanse that connected the afterlife with the world of the living.

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To travel it in the opposite direction would mean facing the souls of the dead, alone against them all.

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This wasn’t the first time he’d faced a challenge alone. That’s why he threw himself right into it. He had no plan; he relied on his legendary instincts.

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...The scene that follows might resemble a man facing a tsunami all by himself—except that you replace the tsunami with souls, and Giorno is the man.

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He is swept away, struck every second by the very existence and entire lives of men, women, children, animals, and even others.

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Good, bad, monstrous, neutral, traumatized, broken, happy, fulfilled. He sees it all.

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But we mustn’t forget that… Giorno Giovanna has a dream. He will take control of this world for its own good. He had done so with his own world and turned his planet into a utopia.

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He’ll do it all over again on Mobius.

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...What would happen next to Giorno Giovanna can never truly be explained. Not even his poor, clueless Redditor could have known.

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All Giorno knew was that as he drifted through the flow of life, as if he’d blacked out… he woke up in a crater. With a body… his body. Perhaps an explosion had occurred as he entered his body… But as for what happened just before that… he could only remember that—

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Well, he won't be able to remember for now. He knew for some reasons...That it would be the only second chance he'll ever have.

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(If you don't want to read it all, start here)

From the distance, what you character could have seen from all of that is... That a meteor has fallen from the sky, but it's not normal, it would have been detected if a strange object was approaching the planet

It left nothing but a trace of pure gold in the sky, altering reality itself.

BOOM !

An explosion ! Leaving nothing but a crater.

It isn't really that big, but the sound of the explosion would be loud enough to be heard within a radius of several kilometers.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to inspect it.

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(Giorno's alive again ! Yay !...But it's not like he was really dead. He literally left his body, waiting for it to be able to contain the Soul of a minor god... So did he truly died ? Not in my opinion.)

Two sides of the same coin.

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The master and it's puppet.

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The essence and the container.

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Always together, yet sometimes not truly aware of each other.

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... Giorno Giovanna, the Soul, came back from heaven yet again, because passione will always need its boss.

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But this time...he decided to take his time. And he's now talking with... himself. Or, to be more precise, his body that he had to left, unable to adapt fast enough to hold the Soul of a minor god...

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... So they are talking. At least the Soul tries to, but the body... only is an extension of the Soul. No will to accomplish, no mind to think for it self...Only the feeling of being incomplete. And waiting... waiting to fuse with the Soul again. To fuse and cease to exist. That is its only fate.

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...The Soul, however, considered that new kind of living being as someone else. Like a newborn cousin. Yet, it seems like he was more than wrong.

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...So, you have found them. What's your reaction ?