a minecraft rp from a guy who doesn't know anything about minecraft

after some interdimensional travel on my part. I come across a world. a world of blocks. a world of blocks like those seen in a certain computer game that nearly everyone has.
HOWEVER, the blocky world is getting curvy. and since all dimensions are tied together somehow. when this world gets curvy, it dies, and if one dies, they all die. that being said, it's up to some of the craziest (in the good sense) people on the interwebs to stop that from happening, but without a known cause, how can the day be saved? well, the answer is simple, MESS AROUND DOING NOTHING UNTIL THE CAUSE IS KNOWN!!!!!!!!!! then we can stop this madness. but for now, let's mess around doing nothing, after all, what could possibly go wrong?
(BTW, we are using our forum usernames and personas for this RP...)

on the pit stop hangar...
"am I going to be the only one going to save this newly discovered world? or is anyone else going to help me???"

*pop* "No problem-o, Dude. I'll just be popping by every-so-often to make sure you don't blow everything up." :pats head: "Though, that does sound like fun. I think that'll be my calling here, to blow up as much stuff as possible..."

so, I'll take that as you are coming with me right?
GOOD!
*gets in my delorion, with bunny riding shotgun, and heads to the strange new world of blocks*
okay first things first, we need to see if there are any weapons of mass destruction here...
*sees a enderman*
oh good! a local! maybe I can ask him what's---- OUCH!!!!!!
*returnofmastercrazyhand has died and is now respawning next to a house*
oh good! a house, let's see who's home!
*sees no one home but finds a grenade that isn't real*
"step negative 2.7: find a fake grenade in a house that no one lives in, DONE!"
(bunny, it's your turn, do something absurd)

While her comrade was totally failing at communication, Burnin mass built a house and tried to light a nearby forest on fire.
"Burn, large plants enclosed in bark and shedding leaves, BURN."

after the fake grenade incident, ROMCH saw a pixelated... bulbasaur? that can't be right, we're in minecraft! but wait it was a bulbasaur! looks like the god of the world must-of installed a mod or two.
"well this is awkward. first I discover a video game is real, and now I discover it's capable of mods!"
romch brought out two spare great balls he got from dimension P last year and chucked it at the pixelmon {dimension P he remembered was known as the pokemon dimension, because his friend wasn't at the pit stop's old planet, she therefore wouldn't know about the 26 letter-based dimensions}
*wiggles once*
*wiggles again*
*wiggles a third time*
*GOTCHA! bulbasaur was caught!*

(I introduced the mods as the first major story element.)