Day Of The Don

### Everyday Life

It was the new year and once again life was good for The Don. In the months since World War Don, his family had gotten their act together. They had bought and renovated a warehouse in Kekstantinople where they now lived. The adults had started a pizza truck business and Don had become a mechanic with special skills in making wacky and tacky cars for ricers and petrolheads. All the kids had been enrolled in public school and Neco Kevin had won a scholarship to a prestigious photography course. Bubbles was happy to have more friends and Mat was in a positive environment for the first time in his life. Neco Femina enjoyed the comfort of regular living and wondered why she had even gotten involved in cults to begin with. Life really was good, but that itch for power and chaos still affected Don no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it.

### The Itch

Using the Money from the Pizza Truck, Don was able to fund Shadow Company and he set them up with one main mission. Track down and locate the Crimson Crown. The one artifact he was once too afraid to use would be his endgame. (although he didn't know what he would do if he found it)

The Months went by and things remained calm and happy. The mechanic business started to become way more profitable than the pizza truck and soon Don became a beloved member of the community. People would come to look at the weird cat man and his tacky cars but they would stay for the cheerful company of the Neco family and the tasty pizzas. Sometimes in these moments the Don would forget about his evil nature, but only for a split second. On the 7th of Febuary 2088 he finally received the news. They had found it.

### Giving In

17 hours and a few plane tickets later the neco family was in Kamchatka. Don told them it was for a surprise holiday, but he knew the real reason. They booked a hotel and in the dead of night Don snuck out with 4 Shadow Company operators. They drove to the Resurrection Republic Grand Museum and broke into the storage vault. Sitting there in a small draw labelled “Artifact 13” was the object of Don’s obsession. The Crimson Crown. An operator attempted to pick it up and was instantly turned to hot ash. Everyone else stood back in fear, all but Don who grabbed the crown. The metal seared his skin but he did not care. Before he put it on his head he was reminded of his family. Is it worth it? Am I really going to throw away my second chance at life for this?

He hesitated, but the intrusive thoughts got too loud. And in the end… They won.

### Expurgation

The museum burst into flames and the area around the Don turned into embers and ash. Don had been transformed from his neco form into a being of pure chaos and broken logic. A thousand voices entered his head and all started screaming for different things. Violent insanity stabbed at Don’s brain. All around him gravity changed and massive chunks of floating rock were ripped from the ground. Chains shot out from the rock and ash and stuck to anything they could. Don was overcome with the angry thoughts of all the crown’s previous owners, all as vile and evil as the Don himself. He lost track of time in his confusion and looked up to see the Ressurection Republic Military staring him down. His anger took over and he thrashed towards the soldiers and their tanks. The vehicles melted from the radiant head and all the soldiers were filled with thousands of years' worth of pent-up rage which melted them into nothing but tar.

Joseph Malo 2 had been monitoring the situation from afar and decided the only way to stop the chaos was to get in touch with the big man himself. He picked up the emergency contact phone and said the passcode. “Olympus Is Falling”

### The Swift End

Don had reached the ocean now, his very presence was evaporating the water rapidly and a thick mist formed around the chaos demon. When it parted, he spotted a man standing inform of him. Ashtron Gaming looked at Don with a look of sorrow. How could a man he had once fought alongside over a century ago turn into such a vile creature hellbent on nothing but suffering?

***“Was it Worth it Don?”***

Don looked down and smiled slightly before slowly and painfully sitting down on the ground with his head at his knees.

***“Didn't think so”***

And with one swift hand movement, Ashtron vaporised the Don into nothingness. The Great Evil had been destroyed. The Crown however, persisted.

### Aftermath

All over the world people celebrated the death of The Don. The 9th of Febuary was made a national holiday in many nations that had suffered under the hands of Don. Weeks of celebration were held in Drakslavia and The Bongo Empire. For the first time in a long time, everyone across the world had something to be happy about, that was everyone except for Don’s family. Three children had been abandoned by their father, One Wife had been abandoned by her husband and for what? A few hours of agonistic godhood? “Were we just a means to an end?” they would think, “Or was the crown just more important than us?”

The most painful part was that they could never get an answer, they would be questioning their worth for the rest of their lives.

Not wanting his father’s actions to shape him, Mat decided to do some good for the world. He was going to be a hero to his people. The Republic Of Necoshima was founded and the Neco family found a new purpose.

They were going to be what their father was not.

They were going to be there for each other… Always.