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Dear citizens of the New World,

I stand before you today, humbled and grateful, for it has been 50 days since I have witnessed the might of our Lord Dio Brando, and my subsequent conversion to the Golden Path set out by the Blessed Almighty.
Praise be to Dio.



Before my enlightenment, I was a heretic, a non-believer, a Dio-sceptic. I was one of the seemingly growing stock of uneducated animals deprived of the teachings of our Lord. I was born late during the era of the Holy Empire of Pakistan, around the time when it's vast empire had started to recede, losing more and more regions to friend and foe alike. Dio Brando's memory had started to fade in the minds of the newborn, while an increasing number of people were brought up without the guidance of His teachings. My hedonistic lifestyle wasted an ever growing number of raw resources, thousands of Gold found their way to meaningless parties, visits to brothels and expensive gifts. In a drug-induced frenzy I even had people tortured and brutally murdered in front of me, simply because I could make it happen, providing I threw enough Gold at it. I had no need for God, because I was my own God, brighter, better and bigger than anyone else could ever be.



Most of my life I lived in Darkness, uttering the name of our Lord in vain, cursing his legacy, wishing for people to stop talking about Him, to stop the nonsense of His adoration, like so many people did and still do, poor souls lost in the Void. Even after meeting the God-Emperor himself in the Great Halls of Theocratic Switzerland, doubt and disbelieve still clouded my view. How could this man, this mere mortal, be a God? However, a seed of Light was planted in my mind, a seed which was given time to grow and develop.



Confused and uncertain, with doubt about what was real and what was fiction, I could no longer justify going on without finding the truth. Restlessness had taken hold of my body and mind, controlling every aspect of my life. In order to seek truth, I left the New World and it's civilization, to go on a pilgrimage in the vast deserts of Pakistan. However, unknown to me at the time, the deserts of Pakistan are treacherous to those who are not pure of heart and do not follow the teachings of Dio. Countless men and animals alike have been swallowed whole by the sands, lost forever, no hope of redemption. I soon found myself lost, walking from Dune to Dune, cursing the day I first heard about Dio Brando, because he was the reason I was out in this wasteland, dying of dehydration, on this suicidal quest. I felt weak, exhausted from the battle against the elements and my own foolishness. I felt ready to give up, lay my body to rest and die right there, in the sands of Pakistan. My skin would be blackened and my bones bleached by the relentless burning of the Sun, while time and the sand would devour my flesh and blood, erasing my legacy from history, yet another lowly heretic losing the never ending battle against the desert. It was not to be however, as when my last hour drew near, salvation came from an unexpected direction...



Out of nowhere, the ground started to shake, grains of sand floated all around while electrostatic currents made even the tiniest hair on my body stand up. The trembling grew more intense, closer and louder, until it climaxed barely a stone's throw away from me. A huge pillar rose from the earth, as if gasping for air. Tons of sand were displaced, creating an artificial hill with a huge crater in the middle, like a volcano of sand in the deep desert. But the pillar was not of rock and dirt, it was of flesh and bone. I looked up, searching for the end of the enormous creature. Suddenly realization struck me, it was a Sandworm, it was Shai-Hulud! I had heard about the Sandworms that live in the deserts of Pakistan, these mythological, eternal creatures told to be as ancient as Dio Brando himself. I'm going to be an easy meal, I thought by myself, fully convinced the monster would devour me whole. I wondered what would be worse, to die of dehydration and malnutrition in the desert, or to be eaten alive by Shai-Hulud.



However, it was no to be. The Sandworm lowered it's immense body, coming down to the ground in one fast but calculated move. I could see a shadow near the head of the thing, small but still visible. It seemed like a man, average in size for a human, but great light and benevolence radiated from it to me. I felt rejuvenated, more alive I had ever been. At the same time, awareness struck me. My eyes opened, wisdom and knowledge entered my mind, and I felt one with the universe. I was touched by God Eternal Dio Brando himself! From that moment on, I was no longer a lost soul, a heretic in the world of Dio. I owed my life to the giant Sandworm who brought God on his back to me. I was reborn a true Pakistani, made of sand and one with the desert. There and then, I vowed to devote the rest of my life to spread the word of Dio Brando for everyone to hear, so all might know that he is our God Almighty.



It has been 50 days since my return from the desert. My life of devotion has only just begun. Together with Dio, we will spread his teachings and bring the whole world and everyone on it back to his realm. Together we will defeat the non-believers and take their water for our own and for the glory of Dio.


Pride.
Power.
Pakistan.
Dio Brando.