Prologue: Ride On

It looked down at the ground it had just emerged from. It had been trapped in that spot for hundreds of years, it and it's master. It still remembered what had happened. It's master was shot and killed by that other man. That was when it had died.

But something bizarre had happened. Whether by the power of the Holy Corpse, some strange interaction with the rotation, or even some latent ability it held within itself, Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap gained its own will, and with it, its own sense of self preservation. In the chaos it separated itself from its master, but was immediately hit by another wave of the infinite rotation, sending it spiraling into the ground with its former host. Until now. Be it fate or luck, the rotation had stopped, and Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap climbed it's way from the Earth, unsure of what to do.

"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap?" it thought. "That is my name. Or is it? It was most assuredly the name my master had given me, but I feel it represents his motives, and not myself."
It looked around. The coastline looked different. A city spread out behind the Stand, and beachgoers played just down the shore, not having noticed it. Or maybe they couldn't. It was a Stand after all, and unless they were Stand users, they shouldn't be able to see it.

It began walking towards the group. As it got closer, it could tell that it was just a small family, a father, a mother, a son, and a daughter. The children were obviously arguing about something, as the mother was yelling for them to get along. The father, meanwhile, slept under an umbrella. As the Stand approached, the sound of unfamiliar music wafted lazily towards it.

Suddenly the little girl screamed. "A monster!" she cried. The rest of the family looked at what she was pointing at. The boy joined in her screaming, the mother rushed to protect her children, and the father started grabbing rooting around behind him, soon producing a gun from inside a bag.

"You better stop right there, creeper! I don't care how ridiculous of an outfit you wear; I'll still shoot!" the father yelled, waving the weapon at the Stand.

"So they can see me," the Stand pondered, "but their reactions indicate they aren't Stand users. Perhaps I can communicate with them too."

Taken aback by the intruder's apparent lack of care for their life, the father yelled, "This is your last chance! I will shoot you if you take one more step forward!"

The Stand continued in it's approach, unfazed by the threat, and, true to his word, the father let off a shot. The Stand looked down, watching as the bullet, as opposed to passing through it's chest, sunk in and created a large hole. It fell to the ground, clutching the fresh wound.

The father ran to the Stand's fallen body, hoping to save what he still believed to be a man. As he got closer, the Stand reached out, grabbed him by the foot, and summoned all of its strength to throw the father's body on top of its. After doing so, it called forth a long dormant ability, and escaped quickly to a neighboring universe.


Ten minutes later, the Stand returned to the main universe. It hid itself behind a dune, and watched as the family finished packing up, and ran away. No one would believe what that family had witnessed, and they would never return to the beach along the Philadelphia coastline.

Then, the Stand felt it. A feeling, deep within it. A feeling it hadn't felt for what seemed like a lifetime. The Corpse. It was calling the Stand back to it. But why? The Stand didn't know. So, it turned around, and started walking. It walked until it came upon a city, and in that city, it began to disguise itself, making itself look human, so that it was easier to make it to it's destination. And then it started walking again. It made it's way to a plane, travelling across the United States, all the way to the West Coast. It walked into the heart of a megalopolis, until it came across one building, which it was told was the headquarters of Steel Industries. It walked into the building, sneaking it's way to the core, where it came across the completed Holy Corpse. Then it stopped.

"NO!" it thought, "I won't go back to being a puppet! Not for a human, and not for a corpse!"

The Stand clenched it's fist, then punched the corpse as hard as it possibly could, infuriated it let itself become a pawn again.

Suddenly, a portal opened where the Saint's Corpse once was, sucking it and the Stand in.

When the Stand opened its eyes, it only felt the presence of three pieces of the corpse in this world. It could also tell that everything had just changed. Something new was brewing, and the Stand was terrified. It knew now what it had done.

"I will find those the corpse chooses. Only through them can this doom be stopped."