EFFORIA WORLD AT WAR
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.
Feet On Solid Dark
Walking towards the abyss, I was unsure when I was supposed to enter the other. I would get a signal though, not from Rico but from my own body. Approaching the edge I peered into the nothingness below, and walking over to the cable, it was as large as a twenty-four laned highway, at least. It was a ways down from the edge though, it looked to be thirty stories down, and I had to make it all the way there on my own.
Taking a deep breath I stepped off the edge and entered a free fall and looking up I watched the edge get further and further away. All the while my heart rate would increase, and my body would begin to shake as unsavory memories made their way back. I had a solution though, partially transforming, I'd lose my humanity, my vulnerability. I was fine, physically at least.