The Truth Shall Set You Free

The air in Chernobog hung heavy with the acrid scent of smoke and burnt concrete. Every distant explosion rattled the skeletal remains of buildings, sending shivers down Snafu’s spine. He moved like a shadow, a phantom amidst the wreckage, his senses alive to every whisper of the wind, every crunch of glass beneath his boots. The city was a sprawling wound, its once vibrant streets now scarred by craters and littered with the debris of a forgotten war.

"What the fuck happened?" he muttered, the question a rasp against the desolation. He'd been driving, just moments before, on a clear road, and then a blinding flash had swallowed him whole. Now, a cacophony of screams, distant chants of "reunion," and the unsettling sight of animal-eared humanoids filled his vision. This wasn't home. This wasn't even Earth. He was armed, ready, but utterly lost in a world that defied every shred of his experience.