From the moment you were born you knew you were a mistake—the result of a one night stand, an accident between a wealthy (married) man and your mother. She was paid a hefty sum to keep quiet and take care of you, but of course, the money didn't last long, and your mother lost contact with this "father" of yours.

Then one day, in big, bold letters, you noticed something intriguing slapped on the front of the daily newspaper:

“STEEL BALL RUN” RACE

$50,000,000

The entry explains what the race entails—it starts September 25th at 10 AM on San Diego beach, the finish line being New York, a distance of roughly 6,000 km. Anyone could join and use any type of transportation, so long as you were 16+ and paid a $1,200 entry fee.

Ever since then, you trained vigorously until the starting date finally arrived.

The beach was packed. You had stolen money from your mother in order to enter, but you'd pay her back later when you win. Not much seemed to be happening, although there was a small commotion going on somewhere you couldn't immediately see. Either way, the race was starting, and you needed to head to your grid.

When the fireworks shot up, you initially lagged behind but quickly made your way forward, behind a man sporting all blue attire. He seemed oddly familiar, but you were sure you'd never met him before.

In the entire duration of the 1st stage, you had met bizarre people. And witnessed some.. especially bizarre events. But you managed to finish without a scratch, and results were out.

| Name | Points | | --- | --- | | Sandman | 100 | | Diego Brando | 50 | | Pocoloco | 40 | | Mountain Tim | 35 | | Johnny Joestar | 30 | | Y/N | 25 | | Hot Pants | 20 |

But you feel that weird sensation again while looking at the name of the man placed in 5th. What you didn't know was that feeling was due to the Joestar blood in your system, subconsciously leading you to your half-brother. Each time they can both feel it, but can't tell. It's like a faulty compass—sure it might point North, but it's not accurate.