This is not at all what I intended. Not at all. No, really, it isn't at all what I intended.

Hello? Is there anyone out there? Seems stupid writing this sort of thing but screaming about it won't do any good.

IF YOU CAN READ THIS, PLEASE SEND HELP. WHERE AM I?

[ooc: What's this about? See here for more information!]

[ Cain woke up face-down in the middle of a stone square. As he begins to regain consciousness the realisation that he is no longer anywhere familiar begins to don on him and terror soon follows. The millions of horrifying worst-case scenarios that can befall those travelling the warp begins to play through his head and a cold sweat begins to form on his brow.

Picking himself up, Cain studies his surroundings in a mix of panic and curiosity. The mundane appearance of the town brings his mind back under control and he determines that, familiar or not, his surroundings are definitely not the den of a Chaos God.

With relief flooding over him he turns to inspecting his gear and finds a strange micro data-slate in his pocket. Hope begins to form within Cain as he filters through the information within. After a time he determines that this data-slate is his best chance of making his way back to Imperial territory. ]

*Ahem* [semi-deep, courtly, british accent]This is Commissar Ciaphas Cain. I have found myself in unfamiliar territory and away from my regiment. My terrain appears to be non-hostile but Xenos in nature. To any and all Imperial personnel listening to this I say again: This is Commissar Cain requesting assistance at my coordinates. Commissarial authorization code sigma one-one-five-seven-two-niner...May the Emperor give you speed my friends.

[With his plea for help sent, Cain retreated inside the carousel and pulled his greatcoat tightly around him. Whatever horrors may be lie inside the strange city would just have to wait until reinforcements arrived to be discovered.]