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, fueling the coming of Ragnarök.
The Order Of Events
I'd wake up, a knocking in my head, as if a sōzu had been lodged in there. Its sound of falling water and hollow wood striking against rock was calming, yet, it was annoying. It would stop the moment I got up though, to my liking, and distaste.
It was pleasant after all, my only qualm was when I was hearing it, thus, I wasn't all that bothered by it. I couldn't' quite bring it back though, so I'd get up, and as I did, I would see the new additions to my room.
A straw basket sat on the small wooden table, the aroma of raw meat and vegetables escaping it, not to mention iron and petrichor. I'd make my way over, and looking inside, there was at least five pounds of raw meet in there, at least.
It obviously wasn't alone though, and looking at everything else, there was a bottle of water, an uncomfortable number of beans, parcels of seasoning and strangely, a bag of blood, what kind, I had no clue.