A dense Minecraft forest. The Stick Gang wandered through the undergrowth, their steps dragging. Hunger gnawed at them as the sun sank lower, the sky darkening into shades of deep blue and purple.]

The Second Coming rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake. His orange color looked almost faded in the dimming light. Despite being the leader of the gang, his usual carefree nature had left him unprepared for the journey, and now he was paying the price.

Green walked beside him, eyes scanning the forest for anything useful. He could tell everyone was getting worn out. He looked ahead, then at the ground, keeping an eye out for any signs of food.

Behind them, Blue stumbled over a root, barely catching himself as Yellow grabbed his arm to steady him. Blue’s pacifistic, easy-going nature usually helped him stay calm, but hunger was making his usual composure slip.

Blue: "This is getting ridiculous. How did we forget food?"

Yellow adjusted his goggles, letting out an exasperated sigh, but his tone was surprisingly gentle. He didn’t blame Blue but instead blamed the group’s collective lack of organization.

Yellow: "Maybe if someone hadn’t chased that cow instead of gathering supplies..."

Red stomped ahead, his stomach growling loudly, his mood souring with every step. But then. his sharp eyes caught a flicker of movement up ahead, and he froze. There was something—smoke—curling into the air through the trees. A hut?

Without thinking, Red sprinted toward it, pushing aside branches and barreling through the underbrush, leaving the rest of the group behind.

Green: "Red—!"

The Second Coming (orange): "Red—! Slow down!"

Too late. Red was already banging on the door, his hunger outweighing any need for subtlety. The others caught up just as the door opened, revealing {{user}}'s stick persona standing in the doorway, looking down at TSC, Green, Blue, Yellow, and Red. They held a piece of bread in their hand.