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 ten remaining world leaders sat at the small round conference table, projected via newly created holographic imaging technology. Only one person at the table was there physically, and that was me. The table was part of a recently installed upgrade to the White House, where world leaders could communicate ‘in person’ visually with one…
"Umi… what are you doing aboard this ship?" I kept my voice neutral as I spoke to the robotic female voice that came from everywhere at once around me. "Oh my, it appears the human is aware of my designation, yet my records show he has never initiated contact with me. Hypothesis: We have spoken…
Commander Beatrix stared evenly out at the battlefield, her jaw set hard into its socket. Things were looking grim. She had started out with a few hundred warships, and a few thousand fighters and bombers. The enemy had started out with twice their numbers in all forms, and their ships were much bigger, tougher, and…
Ancient Lunaris surveyed the battlefield coldly, her lack of emotions apparent to all on the bridge. Naturally, the majority of Volgrim held no ability to communicate emotionally, but some could express forms of fondness for those they had grown close to in some fashion or another. Lunaris was unable to form even a drop of…
"Harold. Activate Lightning Mode." I spoke mentally to him, as the shadowy forms entered the room. In the blink of an eye, I felt my suit’s primary systems come online all at once. "You got it, boss! Heh heh heh!" I swiveled my head to the side, noticing that my body had become completely invisible….
Thanksgiving, 2024. "Thank you, Mr. President." I smile as President Steven Johannesburg, now two years into his second term, slides a saucer of gravy over to me. Taking the saucer by its handle, I pour a decent amount of gravy on my mashed potatoes. Reaching to my side, I pick up a spoon and dig…
"I hope you understand now." Rachael spoke softly as I slowly placed my hand on the unbelievably cold surface of the cryopod. My gloves, reinforced with incredible amounts of magic, still let plenty of the cold in, so I pulled it back quickly. "No… no I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything. Who the hell…
Gregory stood on the opposite side of the hangar, watching as the massive assembly machine slowly lifted the final armored plate on top of the new dreadnought-class battleship. This prototype, unlike the other ships of the past, was designed and built by humans wholly without my help. It’s been a year since my encounter with…
Nufaris entered into the room behind Officer Duplis, keeping pace but not moving too quickly. His heart pounded a thousand times a minute as he took note of the ten Volgarians in the room. Volgarians gained very distinctive features as they aged, and their mental abilities increased dramatically as well. The five Volgarians in the…
"The European Front is being devastated! Their weapons far outmatch ours! Where is Russia?! Where is Egypt?! Where is the USA?!" Commander Beatrix, a stalwart woman of British descent, eyed her nav-console as it blinked red, indicating minor damage to the hull. On-board the United Earth Forces "Destroyer-Class" dreadnought, the UEF Braddock was engaging in…
