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.
"They’re tenacious." Nufaris thumbed his nose uneasily as he watched the battle unfolding. For over an hour, they had been trading blows and things were stalemating quickly. "We still can’t pierce their shields with the Ryden cannons, Executor Nufaris. Every time we hit them, the shields weaken momentarily, then surge back to full power. We’re…
January 6th, 2121. "Original. They’ll be here in ten seconds." The clone at the helm of the Mothership glances over at me and I nod back at him. "Are the planetary defensive matrices online?" He doesn’t even hesitate. "They are. Six seconds now." "Is the fleet’s exact arrival position pinpointed?" "Affirmative. Two seconds." I look…
It wasn’t that he was surprised by her sudden appearance, but that the angel before him was one with such a familiar face. Standing right beside her was a perfect human doppelganger, though he was doubting his eyes as to which one was the real one. "Marie… what is the meaning of this?" Satan stood…
Sounds of people talking, mixed with unhurried footsteps and whispering were what the man awoke to. Everything sounded muddy, as if he had dunked his head underwater and was listening to someone on a nearby boat. By the time his eyes started to open, the sounds had cleared up somewhat, and the first thing he…
January 3rd, 2121. The streets of London were always quiet in the dead hours of the night. They were the perfect time for a man to go walking around aimlessly, so long as he wasn’t worried about muggers. The crisp winter air and light snowfall meant the streets were illuminated more than usual by the…
The viewscreen came to life and froze for several minutes on a pure white image as the signal waited for the receiving end to connect. Jorge rubbed his hands together nervously and wiped at his face every now and again. The clock on the wall ticked down and it took all his control not to…
January 2nd, 2121. Ohhh… fuck. Jorge sat on the edge of his bed, rocking back and forth slowly as the nausea came and went. That’s the last time I chug six beers in five minutes. The toilet whispered softly to him from across the room as the temptation to heave came and went with infrequent…
July 20th, 2120. "I expected this to happen. You’re on your own now." Those words rang in Clarence’s head as he ran on foot through the trees, keeping his head down low as he made his way forwards. I can’t believe she’d do this to me! He was on the verge of having a panic…
Satan removed his hand from Bael’s forehead and let his mouth curl up at the edges as he took a step back. "As you can see, the new system greatly surpasses the previous one." Bael blinked a few times to clear his head as the images faded into his memories. "How long have you been…
Sarah clutched the wheel tightly as she drove her mom to church. The buildings outside blurred together, as did the people walking on the streets. "I don’t get why I can’t just use autopilot, mom. It’s way easier." Amy chuckled to herself as she flipped through another page in the book she was reading. "I…
