The ruggedly handsome Vason Jermin woke up in a puddle of his own blood, as he so often did. The inter-dimensional map that allowed him to travel between dimensions was acting up again, dropping him off rather abruptly and from great heights. He sat up, cracked his neck and looked around. It seemed like he was on Earth. That was a relief. It wasn't the most spectacular of planets, but it turned out to be the one with the most oxygen, which Vason required to breathe. He stood up and told the dirt on his leather jacket to take a hike, which it promptly did. He craned his neck to the side to see a sign.
"Harwood County," he sounded out slowly. Vason didn't struggle with much, but ill-literacy was his secret shame.
"Not again," he mumbled to himself, as he took a pack of cigarettes from his jacket's inner pocket, inserted all 20 into his mouth at once, and lit them using his laser beam eyes.