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.
The food isn’t bad, honestly. Amelia watches intently as I spoon bite after bite into my facehole. Her gaze is very serious as I watch the mental debates raging in her mind. "Well? Is it any good?" Normally, I’d offer critique, but considering it was her first attempt in her entire life, I decide not…
"You know how to… cook?" I stood in the kitchen on board the Mothership as Amelia seemed to plop some vegetables inside of a large pot on top of the stove. I say ‘seemed’ because the sight was so absolutely improbable that I automatically assumed I was hallucinating. I rubbed my eyes quickly to make…
The return trip was mostly uneventful. It took a little over a day to travel through the portal, get all of our ships on the other side back in the Terran system, and temporarily close the portal so we couldn’t be quickly followed… but otherwise it was standard operating procedure. Ben didn’t speak to me…
Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man’s character, give him power. -Abraham Lincoln I swallowed as the seconds ticked by. "Time to impact?" "Thirty seconds." Ben barely looked at me as he mumbled the numbers from the holopad in his hand. If I had to guess, I’d say…
Ben gritted his teeth as more of his ships were being destroyed. As it had turned out, ramming the blockade while sticking around to deal damage had been more costly than he had expected. "Casualty report." Ben coughed the order out as he wiped sweat from his brow. He already knew he wasn’t going to…
"Son of a bitch." Ben cursed as another dropship was blown out of the sky. It had been a mere four hours but the vastly out-numbered Volgrim had been putting up a hell of a resistance. Worse yet, this time he didn’t have a super-weapon hidden on his home planet that could conveniently fire projectiles…
Ben gasped as the fleet exited hyperspace. All told, it had been just under 24 hours since he had issued the attack orders. Perhaps having grown slightly bored and antsy by the wait, he hadn’t quite prepared himself for the sight of Volgarius in the ‘flesh’, as it were. The planet was massive. Not nearly…
"We’re ready." It hadn’t taken us more than 6 hours to assemble the forces needed to lead a full scale assault on Volgarius, yet here we were. Ben was the commanding officer for this mission, and with those two words, he had lit the signal fire to begin the, for all intents and purposes, practical…
I felt my heart slam in my chest as a plasma projectile flew past me, missing my head by an impossibly small number of units. I heard the sounds of several more passing by overhead, but from my hunkered down position behind this dirt ridge, I couldn’t take a chance at peeking out to see…
It’s a funny thing… I tried using ‘black hole’ once, but because of how the English language works, my abilities somehow didn’t register it as a single word… yet ‘wormhole’ is. I’ve already tested it in a sector far from Earth and was pleasantly surprised by the results. Of course, failing that, ‘Portal’ or ‘Gate’…
