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.
Jason Alpha and Harold examine their surroundings, trying to figure out what’s going on. It only takes the old man a few seconds, but the other me is a little bit slower on the uptake, and certainly more relaxed. "Helen, sweetheart… what were ya’ll up to? This don’t look like the ding-dang Labyrinth ta’ me."…
With a single word, I transport the five of us a dozen miles across the open plains, and we teleport a few hundred yards above the area Tvoorik pointed out from before. The instant we appear, everyone takes a defensive stance, and we put our backs to each other, whipping our heads around to search…
The purple sky gives a feeling of other-worldliness to this… other-world. Everything is tinted by a hue that makes the pale skin of my girlfriends turn a sickly blue. The ground is covered with tiny red plants that remind me of brambles, and not a sound can be heard anywhere in the world nearby. While…
The demon with the robes, Tvoorik, smiles giddily as his eyes scan me up and down. "You’re a huge fella! And that skin makes you look like a shadow-walker variant!" All around us, people mill around in the outpost, some of them glancing warily at the demons before spotting Cassiel and going back to their…
Samantha and I follow Helen and Cassiel as the older woman walks around Axis Mundi, a cheekily named dimension that the hundred or so remaining angels live in. She points out each angel we come across and has Cassiel shake their hands. "This man is Roger, he used to be an architect before he died,…
Tvoorik moans and whines as we travel the winding maze of the Labyrinth, stumbling against the wall every so often and letting out a pitiful yelp. I tried helping him along for a while until I realized what was really going on. "Oh, the pain! The pain! My poor, aching head! I need medical! I…
A waning sun in the sky illuminates the streets of Hero City enough that the boy and girl can just barely make out the faces of the shopkeepers closing up their stalls for the day. A cold breeze blows down the streets, an artificial effect created by the god who formed this world in the…
Satan and Jason Alpha ignore me. Without this ‘Thoughtsmithing" they probably don’t see me as a threat, or one who can tip the balance of a battle. I’m glad, even, since it works out well for me. The most dangerous enemy is one who has been underestimated. A quick glance behind me reveals Helen sitting…
"Give ’em hell, kid," Harold says, winking at me. I quickly inhale and examine the situation. Another Satan clone, battling a Sentinel, check. A clone of me, check. A Cassiel variant, and Samantha as well… check. Oh look, Beelzebub’s even writhing around on the ground, crying about his body being cut in half. Poor guy….
Beelzebub’s smile widens maniacally as he lobs the compressed ball of flaming death and shoots it two feet forward to my bomb. I don’t have time to think! I have to get Samantha out of here! " Tele- " Before I can finish, it’s already too late. The fireball strikes the metal sphere and… …Nothing…
