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 laid there unable to sleep, I wasn't perplexed or even uneasy. I just wasn't tired. I waited though, for it to set in, the weariness, but it never did. Entering my mind I watched them standing on the edge, doing nothing.


"What do you guys do in here?" I was confused.


"Nothing really, we got through all your memories so we just watch you." The statue seemed bored.


"So you guys just... sit around doing nothing, all day... everyday?" It seemed a boring existence.


"It's not like we have a choice. Tell us, what exactly are we supposed to do?" My deepened voice had a proposition.


I stood there, rocking my brain thinking of ways to entertain my unwanted companions, but I couldn't think of anything. Then he interjected.


"Let them fight... why not?" Both my voices were uninterested but still wanted to be heard, I ignored them.


"I can't help you, I gave you all you needed to entertain yourselves so why not use your imaginations?"


Artificial Humanity