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 waited for it to act, to smite me down, it was the perfect opportunity. It never did, it just stood there, watching me recover. It was unlifelike, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it didn't feel alive. I did hear a heartbeat, multiple as a matter of fact and even breaths, but something about it felt dead, surreal. It was then as I began to focus on it that its emotions resurfaced. The thoughts flooded my mind, rage, sadness, regret, pleasure and they came with voices, a legion of them. I was being fed emotions from countless beings, and it was taking its toll.


Why Suffer