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

For someone who has never danced in his life, Mark was suddenly filled with the urge to get on his feet and throw some moves. An unexpected development. He was prepared for a long battle, for months without a single step forward, and he didn't mind any of it.

The cold Lara was cute as well, and his feelings for her hadn't reached a place where he would want a relationship. The slow approach suited him just fine. It was for that reason that he hadn't expected to get anywhere so soon.

'Calm down asshole.' He told himself as his grin spread. 'This is just to deal with her bite.'

"Does this mean we're now married?"

The red had yet to leave Lara's cheeks as she continued to glare at him.

"Master, why do I have the impression that you misunderstood the whole matter?"

"Me? No no, I didn't misunderstand anything." Mark said with a shake of his head.

"Then why do you appear so… happy?"

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