Chapter 1: Holy Diver
You are Dio Brando, adopted member of the Joestar household and soon-to-be heir to the family fortune...or rather, you would be if it wasn't for that meddling fool Jonathan. Seven years of masquerading as his trusted companion were all put to waste in a single moment thanks to the letter written to Lord Joestar by your father. It seems even in death that bastard is finding ways to torment you.
After a harrowing near-death encounter with a monster that resulted from your initial experiment with the Stone Mask, you decided to hit a nearby pub and take the edge off. Though you mentally curse your weakness, almost being slain by the walking dead is far too stressful for your liking.
When next you wake, your eyes recoil at the obnoxious sight of the noonday sun and the pub you visited is in shambles. Liquor and bile are pooled on the floor (you'll have to buy new shoes, damn it all) and broken glass litters the entire establishment. Your head is more pained than it has been in ages; not even that nasty headbutt from Jonathan, the little pest, left such a profound ache. Your recollection of the morning is blurry, but you're fairly sure you remember an Irishman named Seamus and something or other about a shovel.
But none of that matters, as you, Dio, will soon ensure the only obstacle between you and the wealth you've fought for shuffles off this mortal coil, all thanks to the Stone Mask...
...Speaking of which, where the devil is the thing?
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Oh, God damn it.
[X] Search for the Mask. You don't need any more inhuman monsters mucking about.
-[X] Sweep the pub for clues. Interrogate what few patrons remain.
-[X] Take to the streets. A walking corpse shouldn't be difficult to find.
[X] Make a hasty return to Ogre Street. Perhaps you cold intercept Jonathan or remove any evidence of your dealing with that Oriental apothecary...
[X] Get something to drink. You're much too sober to be dealing in affairs straight out of a horror novel.
[X] Write-in
[X] Return to the Joestar manor and pack your belongings. This country no longer has anything for you.