"Good evening, one and all. Once again it is I, your good old friend, G.S. the good samaritan."
The figure was clad in old army fatigues, a weathered trench coat, and beret, with their face covered by an eyeless and mouthless mask comprised of newspaper.
"I hope you all are still riding the highs from last time's news because I most certainly am. The old serpent himself, Johannes Joestar, now rots and the path to Avalon is clear! However..."
Raising a gloved hand, the figure sticks out their index finger, first pointing upward before gradually aiming it towards the camera, "We must remain vigilant my brothers and sisters! For while we have severed the serpent's head, like the hydra, it has spawned more! And like the hydra, we should not forget that its venom burns long after its death, as Heracles would attest to..."
A series of pictures, photos of certain individuals came across the screen, each displaying a varied amount of "points" they were worth.
"Those loyal to our cause and those more... mercenary, these are the fledging heads of the beast! Use this information as you will and use what methods you wish, but we do have a special request. Our friend, Miss Apple, would like you to bring one of them in alive."
A picture, simply named "Lucy" came across the screen.
"This concludes tonight's broadcast. Tune in next time as we step closer and closer to out utopia, Avalon."