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The text message I received was from Aramec. He was on his way too, to Pakistan. I placed the phone into airplane mode. After putting my carryon bag in the overhead, I plunged my ticket into my back pocket and scoot into an aisle seat to let a woman pass me. As I stood waiting, facing the back of the plane, a blonde stewardess caught my eye. She smiled; I smiled back. Her fierce blue eyes, golden hair and teeth as white as snow were mesmerizing. I was transfixed.

_“Ahem!”

A man was standing in the main aisle now, impatient, and I could tell by the expression on his face I was standing right where he needed to go. I apologized and shuffled out of his way. My thoughts had become so derailed I already forgot what my seat aisle and number was. I reached into my back pocket again and pulled the ticket out.

_“K-2”

…

We had been airborne for only a few hours and the gorgeous stewardess approached me.

_{“Sir, would you like a beverage?”}

I nodded and thanked her. She handed me a plastic cup with ice. As the Coca-Cola fizzed and expired, bubble by bubble after some was poured into the cup, I politely requested if I may have the rest of the can of soda. She smiled and nodded. As she pass me the cola our hands touched and a sharp, fast pain shot through my arm. I brushed it off, thanked her and she carried on serving beverages. As she worked her way toward the front of the plane I noticed she had a pin on her uniform. It was a Swedish flag.

“Huh,” I thought, “She must be from Sweden. I guess that would explain the accent.”

I took a few more sips of my drink and suddenly grew sleepy.

…

A shudder. My stomach was suddenly in my throat. My eyes burst open to screams and loud engine noises. The sound was so loud my ears felt like they could bleed. Bodies were being tossed all over the plane. I gripped the armrests of my seat until my nails broke; it felt like the bare bones of my hands were holding on for dear life.

As what appeared to be the end of my life, the plane pitched left, spinning and spinning and spinning until there was nothing, but white and silence; and cold.

…

I opened my eyes again. The clothes from my body had been torn to shreds and I was practically naked. Snow was in my mouth and all around me. I was able to move a bit which meant I wasn’t laying in a snowy grave yet. I managed to emerge to the surface into the wind chilled air. A few feet in front of me was the stewardess, again, smiling. As I began to speak to her she put a finger to her lips.

_{“Sssshhhhhh.”}

She picked up a bucket next to her, walked over and poured sand all over my body.

_{“Once all was sand,” she spoke, “The First People were thought drawn from sand. When the First People came to know themselves, they were sand no longer, and became flesh.”}

Suddenly I felt a pleasurable tingling of the skin and pain was no more.

_{“Know that snow cannot mark sand. Know that sand may mark snow. In knowing this, Dio became free.”}



She then placed a glass blade in my hand, sand transformed.

_{“It was then that Dio came to know that snow yielded to sand. In knowing that, he came to know that sand was stronger than the illiswine.”}

The stewardess then ripped off her clothes and face: it was Aramec.

_{“Wooky Jack, down there,” he pointed “is Pakistan, at the base of Ketu. You will go through the New York City streets, a moving big rig truck, a large storm sewer, a forest, a freight train on an old Southern Pacific line, a cave and into an underground factory. Are you bad enough to save President Ronnie?”}

He then provided me two pairs of pants to wear: green or white. I took a pant leg of each color, no crotch and proceeded down Ketu. Ninjas appeared. I performed spinning kicks against all my enemies. And by holding the punch button to throw a powerful long-range attack that hits all opponents I eventually passed all levels and beat all the Super Warriors (bosses). I faced off with DragonNinja, ferociously did more spin kicks, until I knocked him down. President Ronnie appeared.



Aramec then told me that the three Rites had been performed wonderfully, and the sacramental act of testing one's soul for strengths and weaknesses was complete. I had become a follower of the God Emperor Dio Brando.



rainy sunday appeared too, and welcomed me to the sand. She then proceeded to tell me she would be in my cabinet as I campaign for Country President of eUSA. She would be our Human Resources Sensai. She read the following names:

Chief of Baaaa (CoS) - Henry William French
Minister of Shenanigans (Interior/Education) - nick.bergman
Secretary of Writing (WHPR) - The Writer’s Guild
Secretary of Treasury - Kemal Ergenekon

TBD cabinet members:
Cubby
Alexander Auctoritas
Seppo
Ghost of Tom Joad
PilotPhil
Jude Connors
Scott Coyle
Captain Recks
shiloh
Tom Cauchon
Xander
Casheau
SAR97

If you are interested in being added to this list and/or want to help with my campaign please send me a note.



Remember, that a Country is just as mighty as its Citizens.
Remember, that a God is just as strong as his Believers.
Remember, that an Emperor is just as powerful as his Followers.

The most important people in this world are you. But, we all inhabit the same earth. Every Citizen, every Beliver, and every Follower is worth just as much as the other. The only possible corrupt entity in this universe, is the leader. Leaders will change. People will not.

Remember, that a Country is just as mighty as it's Citizens.
Remember, that a God is just as strong as his Believers.
Remember, that an Emperor is just as powerful as his Followers.
But,
Never forget, that a Man is only as strong as his future Sons.



Dioism is my faith and I am running for Country President.

☪ We are Dio. You are Dio. I am Dio. May the love of Dio be with you, forever. ☪