The truth and return of Viewtiful Elvis, pt1

Day 219, 00:05 • Published in Pakistan Pakistan • by Dio Brando

Yes, my people. I feel it is my responsibility to tell you about the fate of a true man. A man you thought was dead.

On earth, he was shunned. People made a fool out of him with their constant insults. "Where are the guns Elvis? You said there would be guns!"

Tired of his life and in a state of mental imbalance, Elvis came to my throne, many moons ago. "Dio, my lord", he said, "I can no longer live at your side, or by your feet. See, the very grass I stand on pities me, and the higher dimension of yours shuns me. Where am I to go?"

"Be not worried, my son", I said, "There is a place for all of us. You will go further than anyone else. You, my son, are going to be the first astroboy of Pakistan"

I had earlier that afternoon finished my first prototype rocket, made of sand, molten sand (glass) and mud, created by our then newly gained allies, Indonesia. It was equipped with basic sand launchers, which would project the construction upwards, in a powerful (but bumpy) manner. Luckily for me, I found a fool, daring enough to get his ass inside this prototype.

"Lord, I thank thee for this. I will depart tonight."

"Very well. I will make the arrangements", I said. One minute later, Kurotsuchi, Senor and Falco got a telepathic message.

"Fool aquired. Project Fury engaging in T-2 hours"

End of pt1