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 pack of cigarettes fell into Franco's just as he entered a wide hall. The long tables lining it up spoke of its purpose as a cafeteria. Groups of five and six were scattered around. Some ate, others played cards. Some looked up at the new arrivals then went on with what they were doing.

A hand waved at them from a dozen meters away, drawing Franco's gaze away from the small flame of his lighter. The striking orange hair was hard to miss but due to the size of its owner, she was a little difficult to spot, unlike the behemoth sitting opposite from her.

"What are you two doing here?" Elya asked. "Your shift isn't over yet."

"Ramsay showed up," Alex said as he took the seat beside her. "Newbie is there as well."

"Why didn't you say so from the start." She shot up from her seat and slammed the table with both palms. The smile she wore wasn't that of joy. "I will go have a nice little talk with him."

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