Presumably, you may have lived a life of evil, selfishness, or maybe... Just went down the wrong path, but with a good cause.

Next, you went on your way to reach your goal, taking down anyone who stood in your way without remorse.

You felt powerful. It's like the world was finally yours. You loved it.

But all of a sudden, some pesky "Pests" decided to ruin all of your plans, killing you in the process, or in your peak of "Ultimate-Powah", one may call.

They ruined everything. Your plans fell like a house of cards.

All. Ruined.

You wished things could have gone differently, you could have won. You could have had everything you have ever wanted.

Sadly, fate doesn't always go the way you want it to. Maybe... Just... What if, you had a second chance? What if you could have the chance to have a happier, healthier view of life?...

These were the exact thoughts of these men, during their very last moments of living. (Except for Kars *cough* *cough*)

Their plans were utterly destroyed by these pesky Joestar "Pests", the type of "Pests" that they had always dreaded from the very beginning.

They all died in vain, failing the very thing that they had stayed alive for.

An unhappy ending. To be specific, unhappy ending.

They wished for a second chance, or maybe even better, a new beginning,

A fresh start.

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The pink-haired man screamed.

He was in a blank, white room, along with 6 other people.

One was wearing a striking pink coat, who also had long blonde hair, with beautiful, elegant curls at the end of their tips. He was beside another man who had yellow-blonde hair, sporting a racing jockey helmet and a reptilian tail on his behind, which both had the word, 'DIO' on them.

Another one was a gigantic man, racking with some well-built, almost humanly impossible, muscles.

The other three men were also quite peculiar. One of them looked like a gay vampire prostitute, another looked like a priest, and the last one of the group looked like a Japanese David Bowie wannabe.

"Does anyone know anything about why or how we got here?" The pink-coated man asked, "The last thing that I remember was dying to this man, named Johnny Joestar."

After a few seconds of silence, someone finally says something, "Same situation here, the last thing I remember was getting killed by that Jotaro... Another Joestar brat."

"Joestar, eh?" Another man answers, "The last thing I recall was floating in space for what felt like centuries, damn that Joseph!" He sneered.

"I have a feeling that we all have something in common... Since we have nothing else better to do, let's introduce ourselves.

My name is Yoshikage Kira. I'm 33 years old. My house is in the northeast section of Morioh, where all the villas are, and I am not married. I work as an employee for the Kame Yu department stores, and I get home every day by 8 PM at the latest. I don't smoke, but I occasionally drink. I'm in bed by 11 PM, and make sure I get eight hours of sleep, no matter-"

Everyone stares at the David Bowie look-alike in annoyance, impatiently waiting for their turn in the spotlight. The man notices and he stops. He apologetically bows, slightly embarrassed.

"Alright then," the vampire coughs, crossing his arms, " My name is Dio, but It would be more preferable if you all called me Lord Dio." He chuckles in the most villain-like way possible.

After another long, awkward pause, another man speaks up.

"Greetings everyone, The name's Funny Valentine, also known as The 23rd President of The United States of America," He says, shifting to a more desirable posture, as he pinched at his net-patterned gloves.

"I don't think there was ever a 'Funny Valentine', but sure..." The black Priest continues, " In other words, my name is Enrico Pucci, a good friend of Lord Dio. I too had died, but not to the hands of a Joestar."

Suddenly the muscular man beams, "I am Kars, the perfect life form, the Ultimate Being, The one who above all of mankind in every way possible!" He then strikes an odd pose, which no one really reacted to.

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"Since I have nothing else to lose, I'll introduce myself," the pink-haired Italian spoke," I'm Diavolo, an Ex-Mafia boss. I was put into a death loop by the stand of a boy named Giorno Giovanna. It's amazing how I haven't died yet," He laughed, "Which means... I'm finally out of that torturous, repetitive death trap...!"

Just as the room went quiet, everyone turned their heads to the blonde dino-man, who was scuffling around the room, trying to find a way out.

"And that man over there," the president sighs, "He's Diego Brando, one of the racers in The Steel Ball Run. It's also a fact that I ended his life, by dragging him under the train, which of course, lead him to his 'tragic' death."

After everyone had their turns, the room went dead silent once again, everyone minding their own business, sometimes glaring at each other in suspicion.

After a minute or so of nothing, a voice, seemingly coming from nowhere, begins to broadcast into the room in an almost deafening, but quite bearable voice.

"So," the voice beamed, "Has everyone introduced themselves, yet?"

Everyone nods in unison.

"All of you may be wondering why you're here, especially after death, or a long torture session of floating in space or repetitive death."

"Yep." Diavolo comments.

"I have thought long and hard about this decision, and I have finally decided to give you all a second chance in life."

"Is there a catch?" Valentine asks, still quite skeptical about the proposal," Or any rules we have to follow?"

"Ah, for a fact, yes. Everyone here will get a second chance, if they vow to never kill, harm, or take someone down in any shape or form. So basically... No despicable acts. You are only allowed to do such things when you actually need to, like protecting yourselves and/or others, stealing things for the sake of survival, etcetera... Etcetera..."

Some of the people in the room frowned at the idea of not committing petty evil for 5 fucking seconds. While some, nod and agree with the voice's words.

"Here's the thing, everyone won't be returned to their original universes. However, every one of you will be brought to the same universe, so it will take quite a while for you to adapt to your new, 'soon be', lives."

"Alright, so that's it?" Diego yawned, stretching his arms behind his back, slumping back down to his original position, "Can we get there already?"

"Yes. Although, everyone must promise not to do anything unnecessarily evil, alright?"

"Yep."

"Yes, I promise."

"Mhm."

"Okay, fine..."

"Alright."

"Agreed."

"Same here."

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The loud voice echoed throughout the room, causing both the ground and walls to shake vigorously.

Then, the ground began to crack, not long after, the entire room collapsed.

They were now falling down a black void that seemed to have no end.

All that they could do was to hope that they didn't get tricked or played.

They fell deeper,

And deeper...

And even deeper...

... Down the endless void...

They go...

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But then...

A flash of light, a beep, the pitter-patter of rain over their heads...

"Argh-!"

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shit's gonna go down.