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Gamechap missed his old routine.
Waking up to the familiar smell of his home on fire, screaming and blaming Bertie, running to the fire station, returning to a repaired home, doing some world-alteration spotlights, go to town to do some, flee from the AI mayor after Bertie blows up his house, some more mod spotlights, chug down a glass of whisky to forget the day, and go to bed to do it again another day.
It's not that great of a lifestyle, but it was predictable.
But now, Gamechap and Bertie were stuck in this new world, full of lethal and killer creatures, creatures that he hasn’t seen in over 3 years, and, if Bertie was to be trusted, deadly, four legged beasts, with horns on their heads, intent to rip any person who walks anywhere near them to shreads, teeth like a snakes, and legs like a tree.
Gamechap tossed on the soft, light green grass. It was odd, this world. It bore more of a resemblance to the world they lived in before they landed in the minecraftian universe, with its curves, the small wavering of trees, the dynamic shadows the sun casts, and all of the small, seemingly insignificant details, but it made the terrain so much more… dynamic, advanced, wonderful.
“Gamechap! You’re bally awake, aren’t you! About time too, you usually get up till around, till around bally sunrise!”
Gamechap smiled at the sound of his friends familiar voice, “Well, I’m afraid my house isn’t being burnt to the bloody ground, mate. Now then, where the blue-blazes are you?”
“I- I have no bally idea! I’ve gotten lost!” The Brit heard Bertie say.
Gamechap just laughed at his friend’s confusion, and, picking up his monocle and putting on his top hat, replied, “Well then! I better find you then!” rising up from the patch of grass that he slept on, he turned to the dark, ominous forest ahead of him, holding the familiar hilt of his Golden Sword of Justice, walked into the forest after his absent-minded friend.
Bertie is an odd case of weird, fringe insane, but friendly, all the same, despite his habit of blowing most buildings to smithereens. Gamechap was loyal to Bertie, because without him, he had no idea how either of them could survive, with Bertie getting lost most every five minutes, and Gamechap forgetting he had something.
“There you are!” He heard his friends’ familiar voice say. Jumping down from the tree, four meters, with the familiar sound of a rib breaking, he smiled, “Now then, what shall we bally do now?”
Gamechap sat there for a long moment. “I- I don’t bloody know.” Sliding down the trunk of a nearby tree, “We lost the camera, so we can't do a spotlight. We know nothing about here, so maybe make a house?”
There was an awkward silence, long and useless. Neither of them were willing to build a house here, since, in doing so, they would be making a commitment. Once they had a house here, they might as well give up any hope of returning to their familiar, trustworthy home. They were stuck here, but they still had hope of return.
The two friends just sat there, without knowledge about what they could do, or where they could go. They were lost, just the two of them in a new land, familiar and strange at the same time.
“Hmm, I saw a large castle when we tried sleeping in that barn, perhaps we should go there.”
Gamechap jumped up, “Well then, what are we bloody waiting for! My word, why didn’t we think of this earlier! Let’s go!”

Discord was infuriated. That much was clear by the ire in his voice.
Discord was pacing around the library, “How! How could that measly UNICORN escape my grasp! How is that possible! I’m discord! One of the most powerful beings in the universe!” Everypony quivered in terror at the god, “HOW!” the god seemed infuriated, and grabbed pipsqueak at random, “HOW!”
Pipsqueak, like anybody with an ounce of common sense just stared in terror, all common sense drained from him.
Discord threw the young pony to the ground, “Who was that stallion! And what was that… THING it rode! It looked like a pastry with a cat head and legs, flying and farting rainbows! That’s more chaotic then anything I could DREAM of! I’m the god of chaos!” a thought seeped into his head, “perhaps… perhaps he’s here as my… replacement…” The god straightened up, “I have to bring my A game! I shall have to take him down!” he looked at the ponies, “isn’t that right, my little ponies?”
The ponies were too frightened to say anything.