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

I walked through the capacious room, scurrying across the black rubbery floors as I browsed, large circular lights gave depth to everything around. It was completely different compared to earth, tablets attached to stands, bars with glowing ends, cycling floating stairs and rolling suspended belts that kept you in place.


"Hello sir, my name is Kevin, how may I assist you today?" He smiled as he looked up at me, his black straight hair blocking his eyes.


"I want all the necessary equipment to... basically have my own gym." I wanted to get back in shape, a belly was coming on, an unwanted one.


"Ok...Mr..." He tilted his head from side to side slowly.


"OK Mr. Francis, how much space are we working with here?" He pulled a tablet from beneath his arm and turned it on. "One, two or three?"


The tablet had three models, all with different sizes. Each with a varying amount of shapes.


My Own Place