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

After taking a few bites, Mark put down his fork and plate, heaving a sigh of defeat. He was familiar with the recipe, but compared to the shepherd's pie he had made in the past, the one served by the big guy was leagues above.

"By the way, lad," Ben spoke in his thick Irish accent. "Why are you still hear?"

Looking up, Mark stared at him for a moment, one of his eyebrows raised.

"He's talking about the Overworld," Franco said as he refilled his cup from a beer can. "This world might end any moment now, you know? Shouldn't you have gone to safety while you still can?"

Mark glanced at the sergeant beside him. Ramsay was entirely focused on his drink, and going by his expression, he had no intention of answering in his place.

"I… still have some unfinished business here."

With the way their conversation went a couple of minutes ago, Mark guessed that his new squadmates had yet to learn much about his System besides that it's a Level 5.

Aliens.