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

As we had been told, we received the other amenities. There were several pairs of pure black overalls for us all, and the underwear to go with it, pure black and inconceivably stretchy. The other thing we received was a sleeping bag, as I had expected. The way we received them though, was unexpected. A robot had delivered us the package, it was not the disposable ones that were at the school, it was military grade. It had the physique of a human male seven feet tall and it was a glistening black, like obsidian with faint hexagons on its surface. The joints were not seems or gaps, there were none, it was like a human body, but it was metal, titanite I supposed. Its face was completely free of features, there was only a hue of red behind the façade. It didn't stay long enough for me to examine it anymore, it just handed everything to me and left.


A Chef