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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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Army Descends

Colin and Heath who had managed to deal with the sword slashes after a lot of effort both looked towards the sky. Jayce had already moved up to confront the alien who was standing near the mass of clouds.

They had received a little boost in confidence seeing how Jayce had managed to easily deal with the other attacks the woman had sent out afterwards. Yet their faces soon turned sour as another figure with an even greater aura appeared.

It looked as if the trio were chatting together for a while but due to the considerable distance from them to the ground, they weren't able to hear anything.

"This doesn't look good." Colin said, his deep voice laden with a sense of dread.

Heath merely nodded, unsure of what to say.

Yet in the next moment more and more figures began to descend from the mass of clouds and begin to float towards the ground slowly. 

"F*ck, is that an army?"