Cuna raised a hand to his face, seeing a building just ahead, maybe a hundred paces from him, [i]this time[/i]. Ah dammit stupid fucking space rifts, how come every fucking time he entered it, he went into a different place? First a place where everyone was either running around or completely silent like it was the end of the world, then a fucking spaceship devoid of people.

Now though, had to be his least favorite. Fucking... ash storm or something. Just his bloody luck. He turned through to head back through the rift again ([i]why had he thought it a good idea to go through a rift in space or whatever again?[/i])...OF FUCKING COURSE IT TOOK NOW TO DISAPPEAR.

“Bloody bones and flaming ashes” He growled to himself, coughing after a moment from a stray ash. He turned to see the storm fast approaching, and swore loudly, [i][b]”Bloody Flaming Ashes, burn in Sha’yol Ghul!”[/b][/i] He had read that in a book once. Unimportant, time to fucking sprint like his life depended on it. Probably did, with his flaming luck.