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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

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High Troll (1)

Amid the chaos and urgency of their flight, an odd yet desperate scene unfolded. The party, Jayce leading the way, devoured their provisions as if their lives depended on it—because they did. Sashimi vanished into Jayce's mouth, potato chips were consumed with a haste that left crumbs in the wind, cream puffs and noodles met their end in a flurry of determined bites. The spectacle of their consumption in the face of danger would have drawn a chuckle in less dire circumstances.

But the backdrop of impending doom shattered any semblance of humor. The monstrous High Troll bore down on them, its pursuit turning the urban landscape into a war zone. Buildings crumbled like fragile constructs, crushed beneath the weight of its rage-fueled charge. The air vibrated with its imposing aura, and the party could practically feel the malevolence radiating from its massive form.