"Well, it seems like we're stuck in Minecraft. By the way, what the hell is with the mod pack? It has- for sure, something to do with this whole stuck in a video game bullcrap," Jack somewhat explained to his longtime best friend, hoping he'd get all of this.
"Meanwhile, I'm stuck breaking my fucking hand on this dumbass tree! Thanks, Jack!" Ryan angrily exclaimed at his albeit bearded, same voice twin.
The glasses-wearing man glared at the proclaimed Mad King. "Shut up Ryan! I'm trying to talk to Geoff. Geoff, maybe we can find the lads here since they weren't back at the office. Besides, they couldn't have wandered far- because they have Gavin."
Ryan grumbled to himself as he continued to smash at the tree, almost finished and ready to make a crafting table as well as an axe to prevent any more pain being received by his poor right hand.
Michael turned Gavin's way and sent him a smile, glad that he had done something without having to be told what to do. He really had his perks, though people- most likely the viewers of their YouTube videos- usually put him down by calling him an idiot just because of how he acted while they played games. "Nice job, Grabbin'! Keep this up and we'll make it through the night in no time."
At hearing that there was a girl on top of a tree, Ray popped out of his curled up ball shape and stood up. Walking over to where Tyler was, he saw a girl with brown hair at the top of said tree.
The rage quitting male did the same as Ray and cupped his hands around his mouth. Sucking in a deep breathe, the man yelled, "Hey! What the hell are you doing up there? Do you know how to get out of this damn game?"
Just ways from the gents and the others, Mari was in the middle of the forest- just like everyone else was, and she was searching through her surroundings. Yep. Minecraft. Trees, patches of grass, and yellow flowers were around her. That, and some trees.
Just a few seconds later, she saw... a group of pigs. Screaming, she ran straight towards the porkers and practically jumped on one of them. "I'm going to call you Sir Oinkers! Eeeeee," she said while pointing at the pig she was on top of. Man did she love pigs.
"MUSH, OINKERS, MUSH!" she exclaimed gleefully, gently slapping at the pig, attempting to have it move forward so that she'd be able to probably find some other people.
The pig oinked, and soon, the two were on their way to wherever.