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

Mark went static for a couple of seconds. He stared at the mouse in his hand, thinking back to the conversation he had with his new squadmates, and their faces flashed in front of his eyes.

Straightening his back, he turned to look at the Sergeant, a question surfacing in his mind.

Ramsay kept his silence, still leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. Mar grasped the cord of the mouse and rolled it around his fingers then focused on it for a moment, causing a new window to appear.

Would you like to move this Item into the Inventory?

He pressed A on his imaginary controller and the mouse disappeared into thin air.

"You know, I expected you to spill everything the moment they asked," Ramsay said after a while. "You didn't even hesitate when the Head General asked you about your stats."

"Do people usually lie about these things?"

Good People.