Austin, Texas. Rooster Teeth offices. The crew has gathered once again to continue their Minecraft Let's Play, one in which Gavin had already set out on annoying the others.

"God damn it, Gavin!" the man informally known as Rage Quit yelled hoarsely, three seconds into recording.

"What did he do this time?" Geoff asked with a groan, setting his controller down to watch the fireworks that were already erupting.

"He killed me again!" he shouted, voice trembling with anger.

"You can't prove that," the Englishman chuckled, using his controller to run away from the crime scene.

"I can't? You have my diamond pickaxe!" Michael said, pointing at Gavin's screen.

"What, this old thing?" he asked, feigning innocence as he started looking through Michael's chest, which held a few iron tools along with several more diamond. "I've had this all along."

"GAVIN!"

"Gavin, just give him back his pick..." Jack sighed, thinking about complaining about his work environment. He then wondered what good would it do, so he fell back into silence.

"Hang on, I'll solve this," Ray said with a laugh, switching to his iron sword.

"Oh no!" Gavin yelled, seeing Ray holding the weapon, charging towards him. He quickly dropped the diamond pick on the ground, and then began running away from Ray. "Here, take it. Leave me alone!"

"Kick his ass Ray, he still stole some of my other shit, too!"

"No I didn't!"

"Don't worry, I got this," Ray said, quickly catching up to Gavin who was sporadically jumping up the cubed mountain, missing the majority of his jumps.

"Ray, don't! I'll give you this diamond!" Gavin said quickly, switching to Michael's diamond in an attempt to bribe him.

"Or I could just kill you and have all your stuff!" he said, adding a maniacal laugh as he butchered Gavin's in game character.

Gavin let out an elongated "no" as Ray began collecting Gavin's items. Michael leaned out of his chair and held his hand up. Ray nodded at Michael and gave him a high-five.

"Can I at least have my sword back?" Gavin asked pleasantly, going back into the world.

"Of course you can't have your sword back!" Michael growled.

Before Gavin could beg some more, the room was filled by a sudden violet flash, making Gavin stop mid-plea.

"What was that?" Ray asked hesitantly, knowing he wasn't the only one who saw it judging by the silence.

"I don't know," Jack said, unsure of himself, looking at his screen. "Check your equipment, guys. Make sure nothing broke."

Michael pretended to unzip his pants, then jumped from his chair and turned to Gavin. "Is my equipment okay?"

"Ew, gross!" Gavin chuckled with disgust, thinking Michael had actually presented himself.

"Two for flinching!" he exclaimed gleefully, punching Gavin in the shoulder multiple times.

"That was more than two!" Gavin yelped as he clasped his shoulder and began rocking back and forth.

"I'm surprised he can count," Geoff remarked sarcastically after checking his gear. "All my stuff is working, must have been one of the others."

"Yeah, mine is working too," Jack said, stroking his beard lightly. "How about you Ray?"

"I'm a little busy," he laughed as he watched Michael go back in to hit Gavin in the shoulder again.

"Oh, for-" Jack muttered angrily, taking off his headphones to address the duo. "Guys, come on, we need to know if any thing is broken. You can continue making out once we're done."

"He's faking it!" Michael said pointedly, trying to pin it all on Gavin. "Look at him, he's smiling! It's just like in soccer, when a player pretends to be injured to give the other team a red card!"

"You mean football?" Gavin asked, smiling at Michael as his face began turning red.

"Guys," Geoff said groggily, rubbing his temple as he already began getting a headache. "Check your stuff so we can get on with our damn day."

"Yeah, Gavin," Michael murmured as he checked his headphones, screen, and Xbox. "All clear over here."

"Same thing here," Ray chirped happily.

The others turned and stared at Gavin, waiting for his answer.

"Mine looks good," Gavin said quietly, not having looked at his computer. He then quickly spun his chair around and began to check his monitor once he saw Michael getting out of his chair. "It's fine! It's fine, Michael. It was probably just lightning."

"Iot wogh prohohlee yust loightnin," he said mockingly, placing his hand on his cheeks as he pretended to have a thick English accent, before dropping his hands back to his sides and making his face more stern. "Of course it wasn't fucking lightning, it's not even raining! And what kind of lightning is purple?"

"The Texas kind?"

"Both of you stop arguing!" Jack yelled. Though he spoke loudly on a regular basis, he never really forced his voice that much. He then sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, when a knock came from the door. "Come in."

"Hey, guys," Kara said, opening the door but not entering the room. "Burnie heard a bunch of yelling, and he wanted me to tell you that he's the only one that's allowed to yell, and that you're upsetting his stomach."

"We will, thank you," Jack said appreciatively, turning back to the guys. "Our gear is fine, the weather is nice, and both of you are idiots, can we just go back to-"

Jack was interrupted mid-sentence when the room filled with multiple colors. Kara yelped and began rubbing her eyes, which were misted over by a series of bright colors.

"What was that?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. No answer was given. "Guys?"

Kara muttered something under her breath, thinking that she had just taken part in another RT Life segment. Her eyes cleared over after a minute and she preemptively began smiling for the cameras, but her smile faltered when she didn't see any cameras. Or any of the guys. She went inside the room and looked under one of the desks. She then looked at the closed window. And then to the door that she was blocking.

Where the hell did they go?