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.
Somewhere in the world, a child is without both parents. Somewhere, a family is shattered. A friendship left in ruins. A pet is gone. A lover vanished. I swallowed as Harold quietly read off the official tallies coming in. Fifty-five attacks on most of the biggest cities in the world. Seoul, Tokyo, Beijing, Hong Kong,…
"Damn! Damn damn damn!" Harold cursed his bad luck as he eyed the display. Jason’s life signs had vanished during a critical moment when Harold was keeping an eye on a clone, and now his body was being ruined by the prototype AI they had installed as a last resort. "You moron! Why didja turn…
Satan stared at the body that he now watched being crushed by the Hand of Theseus. He sighed as the mortal had now lost all ability to move and was having the life squeezed out of him. "Hahh… and here I thought this one might be some fun." Satan groaned as he slumped down, sitting…
"You mortals are so vulgar." Satan sniffled in mock disgust as he turned his nose up at me. "Before I rip you to shreds, I have a question for you." I smirked. "A question? Hit me with your best shot." "What is the Exodus Project?" I paused. He was asking me? Gregory had mentioned it…
Satan lurched towards me, his body moving erratically, as his ten extra limbs gave him the ability to quickly change direction on the turn of a dime. Satan grabbed hold of a tree, ripping it out of the ground effortlessly. With just one of his invisible limbs, he wrapped it around the trunk and swung…
"How do you know about Wordsmithing?" The direct approach, it always works for me. Not this time. Satan grinned at my question. "That’s for me to know, and for you to wonder about." "You said you’ve fought someone in the past who was a Wordsmith… what was their name?" "I’m not going to tell you…
"Hello, my fellow Americans. I’m John Stafford with CBS Boston News, bringing you breaking coverage of the horrible attacks on American and foreign soil tonight. Normally people would be tuning in to MSNBC, CNN, or Fox news, but the vicious aliens we have come to know as the Volgrim have committed a terrible attack on…
"So yer an alien, eh?" The imp stared up at the towering goliath that hovered far above him. "You don’t look so tough." "From my perspective, you are the alien, demon." The Volgrim eyed the small creature at his feet. He wasn’t fond of the thought of working with these weak, pathetic life forms, but…
"Those Dartfighters… such a good idea." Beatrix spoke to me as we slowly walked down the halls of the moon-base towards the infirmary. "They tore through the Volgrim ships like a hot knife through butter. To be honest, I’m surprised that worked as well as it did. Not only did you defy the laws of…
Nufaris felt a slight discomfort, deep in his body. "I’m not saying that I am questioning your orders, great Founder, but I have the oddest sensation right now… I feel as if this is a terrible mistake we’re about to make." Dosena sneered haughtily. "Oh, is that what you feel, Elder? I fought in every…
