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Chef in the Apocalypse

Chapter release at 8pm every day - UTC +10 ---------- "Cataclysm: Worlds End" The name of the game that threw the world into disaster. 3 months after its release it descended onto Earth, merging with it and creating an apocalypse. Hordes of bloodthirsty monsters were let loose onto the waking world, killing and destroying everything in its wake. Landmarks were torn down, whole continents left desolate in the destructive wake of the Cataclysm. As the Cataclysm descended, every human regardless of age heard a monotonous voice in their heads... [Choose your Class] The story follows Jayce, an accomplished Swordsman who is killed by a boss monster 10 years after the apocalypse began. One of his last sentences before his death was how he dreamed to be a Chef when he grew up. After his death, he returns back in time to the release day of Cataclysm. Having 3 months to try and figure out a way to improve his odds of survival this time around. And the day finally arrived. [Choose your Class] [Class: Chef has been chosen] "W-Wait what? I didn't even get a choice!" -------------------------- Release schedule: 2 Chapters per day WPC July 2023 [ML] Winner

leeroycgna · Fantasy
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All out War (2)

Despite only just recovering, there was no way she was going to sit back and watch everyone fight for the survival of Earth. There was a determined glint in her eye as she looked at the opposing army.

"Good. Send the order to your soldiers, we'll start on my signal." Colin said, his signature grin creeping onto his face.

By chance his gaze fell upon Zane who also happened to look in his direction at that moment. Colin wanted to relay his intentions, however he had no way of talking to the man who was so far away.

Therefore he tried to use some hand signals. He pointed to himself, then to the army before punching his fist into his open hand. Colin then pointed at Zane and then towards the army before miming the pulling of a bowstring.

Zane merely watched on with a blank gaze as the shirtless big man acted out his terrible version of signaling. He resisted the urge to face palm at the primitive communication.