The Cryopod to Hell Classic is the original version of TCTH, written based on the original writing prompts, expanded into a full series, with 490 chapters of fun adventures. However, it is extremely flawed, with paper thin characters and plotlines that don’t resolve properly. It abruptly ends at the finale of Route C, and was never finished with a proper ending. Classic is best read after Refresh so you can appreciate where the story came from. As its own story, Classic has too many flaws for anyone to recommend reading first.
How is this possible? The reports coming in from the ground forces indicate that a few of the enemies we’re fighting in space crash-landed at ridiculous speeds yet were not damaged, wiped out a platoon of human soldiers in just a few seconds, and then proceeded to embarrass my clone fighting forces. Only three of…
"What the hell are those?" Beatrix paced back and forth in front of the Mars base tactical viewscreen. Several video feeds were being directed to her at once, and her eyes flicked over them intently even as the other senior officials and politicians wrung their hands together or barked orders. On the screen, thousands of…
Amelia held the plate of mashed potatoes in her hand and scrunched up her nose, glancing at the door to make sure Jason wasn’t walking in. Sitting on her bed inside of her private quarters aboard the Mothership, this was one of a few private places where people would at least knock before entering, but…
April 11th, 2123. It’s been about two years since the Volgrim destroyed Earth. Still, they have yet to return. Once upon a time, today would have been celebrated as an Easter Sunday, but that is not what humanity does anymore. We no longer hold holidays or celebrations, as those were part of the old world….
"Commander Hiro, glad to see you survived." The Bitch of Britannia fans herself onscreen because the ambient temperature in her ship seems to be a bit above normal. Probably some issue with the climate controls. That, or she’s having a hot flash, I’m not sure. "Beatrix. It’s been many years since we spoke. How are…
It doesn’t get any easier. I always think to myself that after hundreds of years of war and battle, the sight of mounds of bodies will finally stop disturbing me, but it doesn’t. There’s just a big difference between killing a planet full of people whom you can’t see die, and walking onto a fresh…
"Time to impact?" Nufaris directed the question to one of his scanning officers. The Executor lightly shifted a familiar memory manipulator from one hand to another, though he always took care to be gentle with it. It was, of course, the key to leading the Volgrim to a better future. "A minute to impact, though…
It’s so dark now. My suit has to activate night-vision mode just to see around me. The entire sky is black, with a small patch of grey to the east from a trickle of sunlight. My energy is gone now. The last container is in my hands, and I just absorbed it. Minutes. That’s all…
A blast of energy brighter than the sun shoots out of Refuge, so bright that I can’t bear to look directly at it. Shielding my eyes, I quickly look over at Sensei. "We have to stop it from hitting Earth!" I quickly realize somehow he’s put a hypersuit on and he’s looking directly at the…
"This is unreal. It’s bigger than the Moon." There are only three people on the bridge, and Amelia is the one speaking now. "Way bigger." "Look at the composition of the planet… it’s made entirely of metal." Sensei pulls up a scanning log and I raise an eyebrow. "Is that a fucking Death Star?" How…
