"If that is the last of the questions, I will proceed with the reading of Mr. Joestar's final will and testament."
Turning to the side and nodding, two members of the staff rolled over a tall stand with a large black box on it. It appeared to be made of plastic, save for the one convex pane of glass facing them, its surface reflecting a distorted view of those in its sight. One of the staff plugged in a cord to the wall outlet, causing the screen to come to life, although it was only static, a faint buzzing noise coming from it.
Placing a briefcase on the table, Hironobu popped opened and lock and produced a rectangular piece of plastic.
"Mr. Joestar was always a fan of the classics, although I suspect he chose this medium due to it being all but forgotten in this day and age."
Beneath the large, buzzing box, was a smaller one in which Hironobu inserted the rectangle into, causing the screen above to cease with its static.
In its place was the face of the man who had fathered most of those in the room, Johannes Joestar.
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"Is this on? Oh! It is."
Stepping back, most would recognize the surroundings he stood in as the parlor as he took a seat beside the fireplace.
"Greetin's, I am Johannes Montgomery Joestar. For most of you, this will be the first... and, unfortunately, the last time we'll meet. Now, before we get to the sappy stuff, I suppose I needta deal with business first."
Slipping on a pair of reading glasses, he looked to a piece of paper.
"To Hironobu Higashikata, Amon Amarth, Grandmaster Flash, Good Charolette, and Celine Dion, I am bequeathing one-sixth of the Speedwagon Foundation to each of you. By the time of this reading, all of you should be acquainted with your roles. As for the final sixth, I bequeath to my dear friend, Amon."
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Hironobu audibly groaned, "Two Amons? How inconvenient."
The emperor penguin stood up on his chair, although it was uncertain whether this was an act of victory or just responding to the sound of his own name.