You have to be fucking kidding me. Thought Xin as he looked into the blackness of his helmet. He could feel the new ground beneath him and took it as a sign that he had landed where the begin that was obviously new to "Godhood" decided to drop him off now. With the next few moments of his consciousness Xin stealthily moved his right arm to the switch that caused the generator in his armor to restart.
First to appear in the holographic screen in the helmet was his Raw Mass levels, which were full, then the external temperature, humidity, and wind. Within the end of the second the full screen flicked on as the four blue lights on the outside of his helmet lit up. Great, a god with a fashion sense. Thought Xin as he looked at the colorful ground. Within a moment he found and picked up his trusty rifle.
Rolling over onto his back, Xin took a quick look around with his rifle's safety off. After deciding that nothing was currently trying to kill him he stood up and stretched out. Inter-reality travel wasn't always the most comfortable thing and the good stretch dekinked the Warflesh he was currently in. Uncomfortable but effective, standard military tech.
Looking at the ground once again, Xin spotted the duffle bag at his feet. Quickly he opened it up, finding a couple food bricks, his knives, his pistol, and his matter printer. All stuff that was his. This caused him to go on alert momentarily as he patted down his body and realized that he had managed to get his rifle out of the bag while he was sleeping.
Already grouped together was two women and some kind of lizard man who was barely wearing pants. And I have to deal with beast with no understanding of modesty. Xin could hardly think of ways to make this day go any better. Taking a quick sigh, he began moving to circle the group, his rifle out in case any of them got some bright ideas.