《Dauntless Star》Chapter 1 Reset: Entering The Craze (part 3)

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Chapter 1 Reset: Salvation (part 3)

As the shining red sunlight pierced through the windows like a spear, a body slightly stired. As a slight groaning escaped his lips Crescent cracked open his eyes, building up the determination and vigor to start the day he dragged himself out of bed and prepped himself for the tiring day that was to come. Clothing himself in fine royal blues and blacks shining with a brilliant luster, acquired through much hardship. Admiring his elegant and refined demeanour, such a beautiful picture, such a shame this outfit is more than likely going to me ruined by today’s events. That’s right today was the day Crescent committed an act of valor and justice, as he saved a damsel in distress... For nothing more than the damsels appreciation, her fathers recognition and a luxury VAC. Yea reality’s often more cruel than a fair maidens fantasy!

Finishing his final preparation of concealing his Glock 18 under his coat with 2 magazines he waltzed out the door with enough confidence and arrogance that it almost made people believe he new the future... However he would soon discover that even when you new what would happen you still need the power to change it, lest you fall to the chronicles of history yourself. Starting off with light jog Crescent was ready to kill the 6 hours beforethe party. Going through the list of items he needed to complete it occurred to him that perhaps to can prepare better by reviewing the location the incident was going happen and acquiring a bigger arsenal.. Quickly jogging through the slums of one of the last few cities to survive the apocalypse. As Crescent passed by the rough tents set up on the sides of the road people called out “Young man, come look over here!”. They called out with a variety of intentions, some wanted to sell their wares others wanted to make connections and lastly some wanted to get rich quick by “borrowing” this young mans apparent wealth. However they weren’t in much luck to today for the only thing they succeeded in attracting was Crescent’s disgust, as he viewed these hideous “humaniods” mutated beyond repair. They had diseased skin some possessing scales on parts of their body, others had the very bones and body structure warped in weird combinations and lastly there were those who had strange liquids and gases overflowing out of enlarged pores or protrusions on their body. In the camp they were called the unclean, the forsaken and lastly the failures. Those whose bodies attempted yet failed to adapt through mutatation to the excess radiation and energies now corrupting earth. What would humanity even look like in 200 years, would we just another monster inhabiting the surface of Earth?

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Finally Crescent arrived at his destination, an old wooden shack, complete with rot and a ceiling that look like in the next rain storm would collapse. Happily running inside he began inspecting the building for the tell-tale signs of entry. Satisfied with the dust covered floor and the un-triggered tripwire. Carefully bending down and unhooking the spiderweb thin wire he let out a sigh of relief and stepped into the room. Smiling to himself at the memory of discovering this location he was reminded of his days serving the information guild, Dark Viper, when he was instructed to find out every secret that an ex-marine possessed in order to subdue him and make a puppet for the guild. During that investigation he discovered that the marine possessed a small weapons cache in an abandoned civilian house back on Earth. He happily devulged the information for it was no longer relevant at the time. Quickly rummaging through the small crate hidden in the corner of the room he discover 3 sidearms and 2 grenades. Filled with glee at this discovery, Crescent began making his way home, ready and raring to go party crash with the Mercedes.

Taking one last look in the mirror before heading out, filled with a confidence one can only possess through knowledge of the future. Walking down the stairs Crescent began to correct and modify his walking stance to that of an elegant young master, a skill that can only be acquired after a decade of espionage work. Strutting our with elegant strides “master” Crescent glided into the sleek seat of the Mercedes and stepped on the gas, heading towards the scenario that would make or break his future.

In a lavished mansion set upon a hill, owned by the unfilial city Lord’s son, a party was talking place. Bright and colourful lights beamed and flashed onto the surrounding walls, disfiguring elegant works of art centuries old. Surrounding the mansion was a distinguished marble wall 2 meters night, a proud gate of steel flanked by two muscular body guards stood on watch, ready to cast out any riff raft that thought to enter uninvited. A sleek black Mercedes Benz approaches, maned by the “elegant” and “respectable” young master Crescent. The guards, raised up from the dregs of gang society stood to attention and ignorantly opened the gates for this seemingly grand visitor who possessed such a powerful and expensive vehicle. As the Mercedes smoothly transitioned through the gates a slight sigh went unheard, echoing from with in the confines of the car.

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Crescent taking a deep breath feeling very relieved slowly parked the car in the provided area. Stepping out with practiced ease and elegance he took in the view before him, beautiful statues of warriors in various forms lined the sides of the marbled pavement. Centered in the path was a beautifully sculpted female mermaid fountain with water spitting out of her mouth running over the body in a sensual way, slowly dripping into Koi filled waters. What an extravagant mansion Crescent thought to himself. Approaching the gates an aura of refined elegance rushed out from him like a proud river. Pushing open the polished oak doors littered with carvings Crescent entered what could only be described as a night club. Thinking to himself that it was so unfortunately rich upstarts don’t possess the same refined tastes as generational families. “I guess they could never have been compared” thought Crescent, surprised to believe Charlotte Goodwin would even consider visiting such a crude party like this, Crescent began blending in, dancing, if you could call it that, the same way as the others surrounding him. Slowly making his way through the crowd two young ladies dressed up in an incredible amount of makeup and bling began approaching him

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