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 no longer knew how long it was, I only knew that I was lost, but found. I was dead, rotting even, yet I was alive, a newborn. I was burning in insatiable heat, yet I was numb, at the bottom of silent and freezing cold. I wanted out, but I wanted to stay, there was a beauty to the pain. It was that, the thought of beauty that sucked me back into the prison every time I sought escape. I wanted escape, but I wasn't truly the one who felt such a thing, it was the hunted. I wanted to walk again, but I didn't walk, it was the dying that couldn't move. I was hungry, yet I had no appetite, it was the starving that yearned for food, not me. I didn't even know who 'I' was, to me, I was everything that was, and nothing at the same time. I couldn't do anything, yet I ran, yet I ate, yet I lived.


Becoming Human Again