I'll tell you who I am.
But first...
I'll tell you how it all began.
You all remember a silly girl named Jasette who loved the Gambinos like crazy and talked as if she were Gino's best friend, correct? So do I. I was her. But then... something odd happened.
I had been suffering from lack of Gambino for a very long time. Yes, I felt comforted when Gino was found and nursed back to health by the extremely kind yet somewhat dull Sasha. However, I knew that something was wrong. Gino felt lost and depressed without his father there with him. Ian acted like a cat high on catnip with a suspicion that the lawn chair may have been out to get him. Bucho seemed reserved and secretive. During this entire time, I did not mention it to anyone, but I felt as though something very, very bad was going to happen. The 'as hot as a kiki kitty for 2k' sealed the deal... something was definitely wrong.
Shrugging it off as just paranoia, I attempted to enjoy what was happening, the hilarity of it all, with the knowledge that Halloween was just around the corner.
The night the Gambino mansion on the Isle de Gambino burned down may have been the worst night on Gaia I have ever had. Because I predicted it. I felt like I knew it was going to happen and yet I had no way to stop it. I just gathered grunnies like every other yahoo, sick to the stomach. Gino was very badly hurt and I could have done nothing to help him. I felt like I set the mansion on fire myself because I told everyone I was his bestest friend, and yet there he was, trapped, hurt, lost, and alone. I could have tried to save him. All I did was sit back, watch, and feel sorry for myself.
That's when the disease truly started. I just didn't notice it until it was too late.
I missed Johnny K Gambino. His boistrous laugh, the way he spoke, the way whenever he was around you, you felt so happy and so wonderful. He made all our lives so much better just by being the crazy old guy he was. We had not seen or heard of him since April 1st, 2005. And we were lost without him. We didn't talk as much, we were angry and agitated and fights broke out all of the time. People left, they returned, they left, they returned, and all the while each and every one of us slowly began to go insane. Or, to speak more correctly...
...we began to develop Gambinoliciousitis.
It's a silly name, I know, but that's what's we call it. A man named Midorino first discovered the disease. He noticed that we were acting strange and finally concluded that there must be some reason behind it. That reason would be Gambinoliciousitis. I fear I may have spread the disease quite a bit without knowing it. Do you have Gambinoliciousitis? Here are the symptoms:
Hallucination,
Bad Attention Span,
Saying Only 'Gambino'/Muttering 'Gambino' under your breath without even thinking about it
Using the
emoticon (made by the wonderful and lovely Enshokukitsune),Gnawing on Objects,
Bwahahahaha-ing Every Chance You Get,
Saying Johnny/Gino Approves or Doesn't Approve at the End of Every Sentence,
Dressing up like a Gambino
And finally, what seems to be the final stage of the disease...
Name changing and superpowers. Also known as... me.
A couple days ago, I was talking with my fellow Gambino supporters about the problems that this disease could cause, and any possible solutions to the problem. It seemed as though we had all caught it over the past eight months, and it was slowly consuming us. At one moment I started to feel very, very strange. I excused myself, went to wash my face, saw Johnny K. Gambino in my mirror and fainted. When I woke up, I found myself dressed all in black except for my elegant blue ribbon, glowing bright as though someone were shining a flashlight on it from inside of my head. I was confused. Why did I feel so light all of a sudden? Why did I feel as though I would be able to pick up the Durem clock tower and toss it fifteen miles away without breaking a sweat? And why, oh why, did I feel as though my heart would burst if I did not find Johnny K and reunite him with his son, possibly teaming up with The Masque in the process?
The answer to those each and every one of those questions is, I had become The Bowe. I am serious. I feel very strongly about this. I have a plan. And I mean for that plan to be completed without fail.
If needed... By any means necessary.
Community Member
He's just resting so he can come back as big as ever, we all know he likes those introductions.