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.
An Unwarranted Visit
I spent an undiscernible amount of time in the dark, sat, laid, walking, I was comfortable, free. Though yes, it was not what I had expected the afterlife to be, I wasn't exactly the best person, so perhaps it was hell, and perhaps insanity would soon set in. It never did, nor did I ever get tired of sitting in the dark, in peace, what I wouldn't have given to go back to such a place. A place with no worries, no pain, no hunger, no responsibilities, no people. It was perfect, and I was finally free at the bottom of that abyss. The abyss that was at the back of my mind. I thought about eternity in there, and spending it in there, I looked forward to it, the infinite unlit emptiness.