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

Lara pivoted on her left foot and the ground he was standing on an instant ago shattered. Her movements showed no concern for the large red hood's sudden acceleration, spinning the spear as she passed it from one hand to the other behind her back then swung it up diagonally.

A sharp clang rang out as the white blade extending from the spearhead struck her opponent's forearm, which was covered in a shining yellow bracer. Instead of cutting straight through it, the white glow scattered against the golden surface.

The red hood slammed his right foot on the ground and clenched his raised hand. His entire arm vanished into a blur as he swung his fist down at the maid who wasn't even half his size.

Alarmed, Lara's first instinct was to make a swift retreat. Just as she moved back one step, the ground at her feet shattered. She glanced at it in passing then fixed her opponent with a glare.

Not a duel.