Nomanalive

How long can one ignore the voices in their head?

Nine years. To Mark, that was the limit. 

For the majority of his life, Mark White has been fighting a constant battle for his sanity. The voices in his head pushed him toward madness one whisper at a time, and the music he used to ward against them was gradually losing its effects. 
As his mental state slowly deteriorated, Mark spent more of his time working on a game he had been developing and lamenting his lack of romantic experience. 

One night, the voices dealt him a powerful blow, bringing their battle to an end. To his surprise, Mark won the battle, but that came at a great cost.

The voices might have disappeared, but a visual hallucination arrived to replace them, taking the form of a character from his game: Maids VS Apocalypse. Little did he know that the real apocalypse was already coming for him.

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Maids VS Apocalypse

"Say, you only Awakened a couple of days ago, right?" The woman spoke in a relaxed tone that contrasted with their current situation. "Did those PK bastards brainwash you into joining them already?"

The young man she held by the hair wasn't in a state to answer, but that didn't seem to be a concern.

"Heeeyy! Anybody there?" She gave him a few slaps on the cheek but only got groans in response. "Well, we will have enough time to talk later. Let's get-"

The hooded woman whipped her head to the left abruptly then leaned back a moment before something flashed right beside it. With her perception slowing the scene before her eyes, she saw that the projectile was a dark gray spear.

The force behind it generated enough wind to blast her back, tearing the young man from her grasp. The spear lodged itself into the concrete, but before she could take her eyes off of it, the weapon disappeared.

No way.