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.
"I feel so nervous." Amelia slowly walked into the hospital, noting that there was only one person in the waiting area and a receptionist. The usual hustle and bustle from a week before had been replaced with emptiness and relative silence. Amelia’s ears, better than those of a regular human, could detect the nearly inaudible…
Diablo stared down at the young demons before him as they wrung their hands together and whimpered. The smell of fear was in the air and they seemed greatly afraid of his reaction to their request. He scratched his ear and sighed. "Look, I am a reasonable devil, understand? It’s not that I can’t do…
The group of fifty lower-ranked demons stood around in the receiving room, staring at the ground and kicking pebbles absentmindedly. One demon was a noteworthy exception though, as he was blubbering and sobbing incoherently as he clutched a small necklace in one of his hands, the pendant part of it softly pulsing red over and…
"Humans suck. Ah hope they all die." Torlok grumbled as he sat at the same table as a few of the other demons, the four of them playing a game of poker. He curled his lip in disgust as he looked at his hand and the cards on the table. "Call." The Animus across from…
May 20th, 2117. Jorge pressed his wife against his chest as he gave her a long, solemn hug. After a few moments he separated from her and reached down to hug his daughter as well. Finally, the three of them turned to stare at one another, sadness evident in all their eyes. "Well… it’s almost…
Clarence tapped his foot impatiently as he glanced up at the midday sun. It had already been close to 18 hours now, and the day was slowly going to morph into night-time. She wasn’t back yet… What to do… what to do… Clarence rubbed his eyes with his fingers as he groaned quietly. "I hope…
Marie grinned devilishly at herself, or rather, the other ‘her’ standing a few feet away. "You look like an angel." "I am an angel. But you knew that already." Her other form from this universe smiled back. "Long time no see, sort of. It’s only been a day or two, but dying has a way…
"How interesting. The angels parked their entrance to heaven in the Alps. Since we’re at the border of France, it won’t take us long to fly over to London." Marie nodded emphatically as she mumbled to herself while staring up at a sign that listed the city’s name in big white letters: LES HOUCHES. Clarence…
Marie squinted and blinked in surprise, as she and Clarence exited the portal and were met with a blinding white glare. After a few seconds, she managed to see more clearly and was quite surprised by the place they had arrived in. "Snow? I died in the middle of summer, as did you. Why would…
The crowd of angels moved with purpose, for once. Shifting forwards, they all appeared to be moving towards a specific location, and the murmurs were floating back to where Marie and Clarence could hear. Marie listened intently but she wasn’t quite sure what was going on. She quickly tapped an angel’s shoulder who was in…
