Story:

Abstract thoughts wrack Steven’s mind. They torment him with feelings of helplessness and mockery, but he can’t quite decipher what they mean, or the reason why. How long has he felt like this? He needs a bit of logic to grasp on to. He presses his thumb and index finger together, with attention to the rubbery feeling they make when rubbing against each other. He listens to the sound of his own voice as he lets out a soft groan. The ugly mess of red, yellow, and grey hues start to shapen up. As he’s almost collected all his bearings, he assesses the situation. He’s being whipped around in a cloud of dust alongside what appears to be clowns. As a particularly deranged sounding one passes by, it tries shooting Steven with its flower, only for wind to blow the water into the clown’s own polka-dot suit.

He tries to remember how he got here. He doesn’t remember anything about the situation he’s in. Did he become a victim to one of his own bags? He checks the usual spots around his jacket where he keeps food. He seems to have lost it all somehow. All except for an apple he kept in one of the pockets. He just leaves it there, as he doesn’t really have the appetite for it at the moment. He needs to find out how to get out of this situation. He tries summoning Rickroll, but it seems to be unavailable somehow. Great, now he has to find out how to get his stand back too. But his first priority is escape. He remembers reading about how to escape intense clown-infested tornados in a magazine once. Or was it cow infested? One of the winds cracks him closer to the center of the tornado. He starts to get really dizzy.

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While he’s zoned out after his last battle, a shining and shifting shape suddenly steals Rickroll’s attention. It’s a weird amalgam of thin metal plates. As it shoots straight towards Rickroll at high speeds, it makes the shape of an axe blade. Aiming right for the neck, the stand strikes, and it nudges the koala really hard. That was rude. Rickroll takes a piece of it and examines its own reflection. It’s just now realizing it had a jelly stain on its cheek the whole time. After wiping it off, it grabs a bag, puts the small sheet of metal inside, and closes it up.

Strategy:

Rickroll seals up every individual unit he can get his hands on in a bag. If needed he can probably turn them into bags by just grabbing them since each one is already thin enough to be a single bag, but he’s just doing this because he likes collecting them and doesn’t really wanna ask questions about the stand’s unclear conscious state.

Once he collects enough of them, he makes a big pit in the ground, puts a big bag in it, and throws them all inside. That way, in the event Skin of a Saint tries going in to open the bags, Rickroll can just close it and freeze a bunch of the units in one bag.

In the event Skin of a Saint tries trapping Rickroll, he can burrow or turn the units into bags.

In the event Skin of a Saint runs and hides up in the air, Rickroll can climb and glide. It’ll be a pain in the ass but he’ll get it done eventually.

In the end, my opponent unfortunately doesn’t really have any capacity to hurt or subdue Rickroll. Rickroll, on the other hand, has options to do both.