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.
Fireworks And Freak-storms
They hovered there, a stalemate of sorts. I could feel the tension in the air, they had unfinished business. The duo had pulled out all the stops, yet he just hovered there, or rather he rolled. He was in the fetal position rolling in the air. He didn't even look at them, he wasn't interested. This obviously infuriated them as their reputations had been tarnished, the light bulb had done a bit of gloating in his casual conversations. The entirety of what had become an audience waited for it to begin, yet no one made a move. The bulb, realizing that they wouldn't attack first, stopped rolling and faced them. Though, even as he faced them, he remained a ball.