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

"Don't mention it." I left, I had served my purpose.


Leaving the room I stumbled upon the lightbulb. For a moment he smiled as he walked towards me for a greeting. Then it seemed he had a moment of realization. He looked at the door I had closed behind me and then the door I should have come from. He shuffled closer smiling.


"Sooo...?" One brow was above the other.


"Ok, don't tell me." He continued on his way.


Getting there I did what I had to, to make myself presentable, I didn't leave immediately though as I hadn't gotten instructions. Sitting on my bed in nothing but a towel I waited. In time it would seem that I had made the right decision. At least that's what the care package I had gotten told me. Yet still the automaton gave me no instructions.


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