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.
June 6th, 2101, 3:10 AM. According to the projected arrival time, the attack party has 27 hours before they arrive at Volgarius. In three hours time, they’ll halt and pause while we create a wormhole. I may end up having them circle around to a place less directly in the path from their world to…
It’s been a long time since we began our voyage. Soon, it will come to an end, and we will likely die in a horrific suicidal attack against the Volgrim. Frankly, I never understood the point of this. Traveling at Warp 5, the fleet of 250 ships, lightly comprised of Capital class ships, but mainly…
May 14th, 2101. "I’ve led the forces that saved this world a dozen times from the Volgrim! Nobody expected an attack of this magnitude!" Beatrix grimaced at the brutal barrage she was receiving from the other debaters on stage. She was holding them off the best she could, but everything she was saying was being…
Once again, a white void spread out before me, as the imaginary dream world I had been visiting every few nights opened up before me. This was the world that belonged to Arthur, King of the Saxons. One of the many heroes who had laid claim to the Heroic Aura and all its powers, he…
"Hello Tom, I’m on the scene now amidst the chaos that has engulfed the outer city limits of London. The south side of the city has been all but annihilated by the Volgrim, but these winged saviors that came from the sky have appeared to pacify all the remaining aliens." "Excellent work, Jane. We’ll be…
It was the 29th of December, in the year 2100, when humanity finally learned of the Angels. America, always a bastion of devoutly religious believers, had been wiped off the map before their suspicions had been confirmed. Almost a hundred years earlier, a poll had been taken of the world in which citizens of North…
Forget the 24th century, the world might be ending hundreds of years ahead of schedule. Amelia and I had worked together to destroy a few dozen of the Dragoons, but I was beginning to feel exhaustion set in. Even using wordsmithing to refresh my mind and body occasionally wasn’t doing what it needed for me….
When we arrived downstairs, I noted with a glance downwards that Amelia was feeling uneasy and guilty towards Ricky, but he was completely oblivious. I observed Ben glancing uneasily out the window as Ricky babbled excitedly about how badly he wanted to be a Hypersuit Commando. The kid’s excitement, while amusing, was also not the…
Amelia entered the building where the young child in the window was hiding. He had seen her walking in and had waved at her. She didn’t wave back. Her head pounded as her chest tightened. She had never gone this long without a meal. It had been at least four months. Well beyond the limits…
An explosion. A flash of bright light. The sound of metal smashing into metal, as teams of titanic warriors careened into each other. A little boy watched from a nearby window, his body shaking half in terror, half in amazement at the battle he was witnessing. He was just an orphan, left behind in the…
