[Insert Creative Title for Minecraft Role Play Here]

Ayethine
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"....I'm so fancy. Can't you see this Gold?"

Pangaea's eyes snapped open. Sunlight shone into her eyes, golden rays blinding her temporarily. She sat up and looked around, tongue flicking out to lick at the smudges of crust from the corners of her lips. To her surprise, her skin felt a little smoother than usual, and more straight.
Her eyes widened as she stood up, taking the chance to examine herself and look at her suroundings. She gasped, stumbling and falling. She raised herself to her feet again, breathing hard.
Where was she? In minecraft? The actual game? This had to be a dream.

"No." She whispered, stumbling towards a group of trees. She rested against them, lifting up a stiff, blocky hand to the bark. Her eyes were glazed over as she gazed around. Pigs jumped off in the distance, their large, blocky hooves thumping against bark as they somehow hopped up into the trees, using ledges as their take-offs.
"I wonder if they fly." She mused, looking around once more. Was there anyone besides her? Then she heard a dull thumping in a distance, and turned towards the sound.

[color=white]"...I'm in the fast lane. From LA. to Tokyo."

Stretching, Amber opened her eyes. What a weird dream she had had...maybe she had played too much Minecraft lately? She had dreamed of actually being a Minecraftian. She had been sucked in through her computer screen and landed in a tundra. She shivered. It was cold. Where was her blanket? She reached for it and then realized she was staring at an unnaturally clear sky. She blinked, rubbing her eyes. She screamed, looking at her hands. Or rather, stick arms. Where were her hands?! She looked around. She squinted a one of the trees around her. Wiat, wasn't she at her house? And why was the tree made of blocks? A shocking realization hit her. The dream had been . . . real!

Amber paused. OK, she had to think. If this . . . world . . . was on a normal difficulty, it would mean that she would be getting hungry soon. She had to calm down and think like a Minecraftian. She strode on shaky legs over to one of the few trees that were on the tundra nad stared hitting it with her 'hand.' Cracks rode up and down the trunk block the same time that pain shot up her arm. Ouch. She needed tools. Then she heard a voice, calling for her. "Hello? Anyone? I'm right here, whoever you are!" she yelled.

OOC: It's fine. :)

IC: The red-headed girl took her hand gratefully. At least now she knew she wasn't alone. "Have you seen anyone else?" she asked hopefully. She turned back to hitting the tree with her hand while waiting for an answer, not wanting to waste daylight. Now that she thought about it, how did that even work? How in the world did you chop down a tree with your hand? When she had four pieces, she uilt a crafting table and then an axe and sword.

OOC: I've done the math - that is possible with only four pieces of wood.

"I would hope I'm real," Amber replied grimly. "Though I don't hope that this is real. I got sucked into Minecraft!" Her voice rose in pitch. "What about you?" she asked pleasantly. A pig nearby oinked. How is it even living on a tundra? Amber thought before slicing it with her sword. It squealed and started running in circles. Chasing after it, she chopped it again with a critical and it disappeared into a puff of gray smoke. She picked up tow porkchops and turned back to the other person. "Want one?" she asked, meaning a porkchop.

"Of course!" Amber called down the staircase. "Lemme get some more wood though." Switching to her axe, she wondered where her inventory actually was. She shrugged and walked to another widely spaced tree. Maybe they should find a way out of the tundra, maybe ot a river where they could fish or a forest where there would be more wood. More thoguhts like this circulating through her head as she chopped trees, she gathered 23 pieces of wood and headed back towards where Sam's staircase. "Oh yeah!" she called to the other girl. "My name's Amber."

OOC: By the way, can you click this: Thanks.

IC: Strolling back to Sam, Amber rolled through her mental inventory and inserted the 2 porkchops into the furnace. "Here we go!" She also put in a wooden plank as the fuel, and the furnace roared to life and started cooking the meat. She gazed at the staircase, wondering if she should go help. No, she should probably go find more food.

(Woah. I was about to have my character interact with yours, but you're just already escalating things. This is going too fast, and I'm only on the computer about 6 hours a day. I can't role play if I can't keep up.)

Pangaea stopped as she heard talking and clanking of wood in the distance. She pinpointed the noise, and followed it until she came across two girls. To be honest, she hadn't expected anyone but her in the game. "Hi?" She asked warily, eyeing the objects they had just made. "Do you know what just happend to me? What happend to us?" She glanced down at her large, blocky arms once more and cringed, a frown curling on her lips. It was best to stick with them for now. She needed company, and protection. And if anything, these girls had it. Pangaea hate to admit it, but she was helpless.