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

Kanna's eyes remained on Mark for a few seconds. Her eyelids then came down halfway as a look of displeasure took over hr face.

"Sure, my contributions were so so important. If I remember right, a few reviews even said that the art is the only thing decent about the game."

"Now you're exaggerating." Mark grimaced.

"I guess you hav a point." She sighed. "After all, if my contribution were that important, I would have been asked to be a partner in the development."

"I already explained why I couldn't do that."

"Yeah yeah, you wanted that fancy Solo Dev title, I get it."

Silence lingered for a moment as the two stared at each other. Glared, to be more specific. The hatred directed at him wasn't entirely uncalled for and Mark had been expecting it. It still felt a bit too much and came much earlier than anticipated.

"You really wanted to be a co-dev, huh?" He asked.

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