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

My nether regions had been covered with a shorts of sorts, made of grey hide and it was surprisingly comfortable. It was so comfortable in fact, it reminded me of my full body suit that I wore beneath my armor. It was not the only thing he had attached to me though. Over my right shoulder a shoulder pad had been placed, the upper skull of a canid. It was attached to more of the grey furry hide and it made its way around my neck and over my right peck. It was also soft and comfortable. The other things I had been bestowed were nice, but not nearly as eye catching. Around, my neck was a necklace of teeth and rocks, and on my wrist were gem bracelets red and blue.


Grotesque Beauty