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.
You're A Monster
I crawled my way into the shower, dreading the result. As the screen floated down in front of me I forced a press, and the assault began. Like a hailstorm of needles they descended upon me without mercy, yet I had to endure. Grasping my consciousness as tight as I could I scraped or rather scrubbed my skin of all debris. As I left the shower I fell, I had made it through, but that didn't mean I was fine.
It was there, on the floor that I thought about everything. I thought about where I was from, who I was, who I knew and all that I'd gone through. In the end, it didn't make sense, why did I choose to stay. The world was beautiful at the start, magnificent even, but after all I had been forced to do, on multiple occasions... I wanted to go back, "home". Then I saw the reason I neglected, the reason I didn't want to go back, the reason I wanted to be free, the reason I wanted a second chance... her, the red haired witch.