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

A gray twelve-meter wall seemed to shrink in height while extending both left and right. The buildings behind it came into sight, their roofs entering the picture one after the other. Everything seemed to grow smaller with time, and in just a few minutes, it all vanished.

Mark watched the scene play out from the window at the very back of the truck. A formless weight pressed on his chest, brought forth by an unanticipated sense of melancholy.

A semi-shut-in like him had no real attachment to the environment beyond his sanctuary, or so he believed for a long time. Turns out one couldn't avoid laying roots after spending two years in one place or the pain that comes with ripping them out.

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