SIR_NoNChalant

He hasn't had the best life, in fact, some would argue that his life couldn't have been worse, but there's still hope, even for a nihilist. As when an expedition to colonize the moon quickly turns into a disaster, he is swallowed whole by an anomaly and spat out somewhere completely different.
Here one can conjure flames with words and summon thunderclouds with a shout, but it's not all fantasia and ecstasy. The world seemed peaceful enough, but as he learns more and more. He realizes everything he sees is a facade, and what's truly underneath is a civilization built on blood and war. In fact, the whole world is in a state of war. 
Then to top it all off, solidifying that he has truly jumped out of the frying pan and into the furnace, Ragnarök is fast approaching, and there's no certainty that he'll survive, that anyone will survive.

EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR

The town wasn't as big as I had thought, hence why it was called a town. We got to the end of the street and all the roads came together and kept going.


"Where do I get a haircut again?" I said looking at all three streets.


"Well uhhh." Jane said fiddling with her thumbs. "Can it..."


"Center street, to the middle." Abigale cut her off.


"Couldn't we have kept him a little longer." Jane sounded sadder with every word.


Walking up the street I looked around a little. I saw the furniture stores and clothes stores, places I'd revisit in the future when I had my storage cube. The lack of vehicles said as much.


I got to the center of the street and on one side was "lines unparalleled," and on the other was "No hair no pain." It was truly a hard decision to make but in the end I choose lines unparalleled.


I Look The Same