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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 · Fantasie
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Anger

A thin man reclined back in his seat, whistling a tune merrily seemingly without a care in the world. His hands were interlaced behind his head and his feet were tapping against the footrest.

Every now and then the man would let out a chuckle, showcasing his incredibly good mood.

"The summit should probably be over by now. I wonder how many humans were able to step onto the right path?" 

The man stood up and stretched. Despite his thin frame, his taut muscles rippled underneath his tight shirt like coiling dragons.

"If it's that guy, then I don't need to worry." He said confidently, walking over to his vanity. Upon the vanity was a creepy looking mask with a smile full of sharp teeth and openings for the eyes.

He reached out for the mask and placed it on his face. The silver hair that was tied behind his head suddenly disappeared, replaced with a shiny bald head which reflected the dim light in the room.