One thousand years ago I lived on a world called Earth. One thousand years ago I was a creature known as a human, by a name of the parents I once knew. One night I went forth dressed as a monster from a simple game, known as a Necromorph. I made the mistake of buying a prop plasma cutter from a man dressed as The Merchant, and so I was brought into this world, bearing the form of my dressing, only possessing that which I had stowed in my bag and the weapon which stole me away...
Disclaimer: This is a Displaced story, crossing over with the game series Dead Space.