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 aimed and waited for it to kick in, it took an uncomfortable amount of time, but eventually it did. Though it had taken so long I wasn't ready, it wouldn't be as easy as I had first thought. Even though I hadn't done anything, and didn't plan to do anything, I still aimed at the targets, trying to predict there paths. I stood there studying them, but to no avail, there was no real pattern. So once I decided to just shoot, I did, and I missed, not by an inch, not by a foot, I missed by about six feet. I could feel a difference in the guns I used, but I didn't think it was that bad. I continued to shoot over and over but I didn't hit the target even once.


Pin Point Accuracy