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 navigated the maze acquiring everything Mr. Rockwell told me to. And to my surprise and comfort, some were recognizable. I picked up carrots, apples, onions and beef among other things. Wanting to spend no more time in such a place I quickly purchased the items.


Then at the counter, just by the door, I was left an idiot. The cashier pulled out white bags and packed the items inside. I watched her pack each and every item and with each item I felt more like an idiot. My conclusion was totally off. As she finished packing the bags, I left.


I went straight to my personal gym and home. I was finally ready, changing into shorts and a tank top, I began my workout. I would do a five day split, and that day was upper body. I walked over to the racked bars and looked at the tablet, The weights were adjustable, each one had a minimum and a maximum value.


In Shape