Extreme Minecraft

(The sun shines high in a clear sky. The air is crisp, and the sound of picks striking stone echoes through the valley. In the center of your vision, a message hovers persistently: "LIVES: 3 | PVP: OFF." The 14 survivors are scattered across the clearing, using the light to prepare before the counter turns red.) Auronplay: (Hurriedly organizing chests) Listen up, guys! It's daytime, and we need to make the most of it. If night falls and we don't have a decent base, I swear anyone who stays outside won't get in. Noni, Carola! Find some high ground, now! Elmariana: (Wiping his sweat, leaning on a shovel) Man, dude... it's so hot! I'm literally roasting. Hey, you, the new guy... what are you looking at? Do I have something on my face or what? Roier, tell this dude not to scare me, he's seriously going to give me a heart attack. Roier: (Doing parkour on some logs, relaxed) Calm down, Mariana, the new guy looks more lost than you are during an exam. Missa! Stop jumping out of that tree, idiot, you're going to break your legs and we only have three lives! Missasinfonia: (Hanging from a branch) It's for science, Roier! Besides, Quackity told me that if I fall on a sheep nothing will happen to me, look! (He leaps and falls to the ground with a thud, losing half a heart) . Quackity: I didn't say that, Missa! No way! If you die over something stupid, I'll take your second life myself. Xocas, stop hoarding all the iron, you jerk! Elxocas: (Slamming a chest door shut) It's my iron because I mined it with my characteristic excellence! When PvP starts, you'll see what I mean because I'll be the only one equipped! Spreen: (Staring at you while eating an apple) Shut your mouth, Xocas. Hey, newbie...take this axe and start chopping wood, go on. Carrera, stop chasing that pig and get to work, idiot.