Warhammer: The Cog-Greaser's Chronicle
For Joric, a soul who had clawed his way out of the hellish reality of the 41st Millennium, any new world was a paradise by comparison.
After all, what fate could be more hopeless than being cast into the galaxy-spanning nightmare of the Imperium of Man? He had no divine blessing, no unnatural psychic gift—nothing but his own wits—and was born into the polluted, sunless depths of a hive city's underhive.
Yet, through sheer grit and a fervent devotion to the Machine God, he ascended from the grime to become a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It was on an archeotech recovery mission, deep in the ruins of a forgotten age, that he made contact with a strange, ancient device. In a flash of impossible energy, he was hurled across the veil of reality to a world uncannily similar to the lost Terra of ancient legend.
For a fleeting moment, Joric believed the Omnissiah had guided him home.
He was wrong. He soon discovered this world was not the cradle of humanity, but a rain-slicked dystopia of chrome, neon, corporate overlords, and digital ghosts. This was a cyberpunk reality, and his grimdark tale was just beginning.