Brief note: Not my first story, but I'm still pretty new to this, so note anything terrible and tell me about it in a review if you think it will help.

Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own the Yogscast, it belongs to the Yogs.

Disclaimer 2: I do not, under any circumstances, own the Yogs, they belong to themselves.

Disclaimer 3: I do not, under any circumstances, own any other copyrighted or trademarked content referenced or used in this story, all (C) and (TM) contents belong to their respective owners

It was morning, a normal morning in Tekkitopia, well, it technically wasn't truly Tekkitopia anymore since the mod-pack switch.

Nonetheless, no matter where one went, if they were in hearing distance of one of the many bases of the Yogs, they could hear the sounds of conversation, or arguments, sometimes even both.

The Yogs were all starkly different, their goals and aspirations varied from one to the other.

There was Lewis, the somewhat noble leader of the Yogscast, with his well groomed brown hair and beard, clad in his red jacket and white/cyan striped shirt, his unnaturally blue eyes seemed to glow slightly in the dark, belying his slightly alien nature. He desired to create a shining empire of glory, made out of every type of wood in the game and sprayed with fireproofing to avoid "accidents"

Simon, the other leader, who was less-than-somewhat noble, with his unkempt orange hair covered by his dwarf helmet and long, slightly scraggly beard, he wore no shirt and a single bandolier with Jaffa cake filled pockets. His grey pants sagged slightly, probably due to the weight of his kneepads, which he wore due to his dwarf-ish fate of falling and landing on his knees. Similar grey boots protected his feet from the surface anything solid the blocky world around him could offer. He only aspired to kick ass and eat Jaffa cakes, and he didn't feel like kicking much ass today.

Lalna, aka Duncan, the mischievous scientist who's most feared facial expression was a Cheshire cat grin, he dabbled in magic to assist his science-bound goals. His goggles rarely left his forehead to do their real job of protecting his jade green eyes, though the rest of his body was clad in typical lab-worker uniform, white lab coat, grey protective shirt and pants, thick boots and gloves. He was determined in his actions of building a spaceship with a vis collector and magical mining beams, which would steal vis nodes from all around the land and bring them to his magic base.

Sjin, once an astronaut, now a farmer, he had already achieved his goals of acquiring the glorious mahogany, which is amazing enough to be italicized. Rather than feed the beast, the blue overalls and white shirt wearing farmer/rancher wanted to feed the world, growing wheat, melons, pumpkins, nuts, berries, pork, beef, chicken, mutton, and fish. He wanted a dog, since every good farmer had a dog, and to confront Strawfingers, his elusive former scarecrow made of obsidian blocks with demonic runes carved into them.

Sips, still at the Sjips Co. compound, he still had his blue trimmed space suit on, his pale skin chronically remained pale despite his near endless amount of time in the sun, luckily for him, the sun that hung over Minecraftia didn't release burning/cancerous radiation to go with its light and vitamin-esque emissions. The gruff, grumpy space adventurer had fixed the pipes and dirt production in the company's factory, now he just waded and played in the pool while waiting for Sjin to return.

Martyn and Toby, the duo was still half clueless about how to make stuff. IntheLittleCorp. was still underground, literally, and the King of the Saplings and his half-useless jester were working with basic machinery, trying to figure things out. They both just wanted to understand what the hell they were doing.

Nilesy, the pool entrepreneur, was working with basic a few machines and a few thaumic creations. His brown hair had been blackened due to a number of various emissions of fire and smoke coming from both science and magic. Clothes were still the same, green tie, tan shirt, brown pants, black shoes, and green framed glasses. His growing affinity for pools and pool accessories led him to want to sell pools to all of the other Yogs.

Hannah, the owl loving take-charge girl who dated Lewis and kept Nilesy from killing himself through stupidity. She still wore her blue shirt, grey jeans, sneakers, and owl hat. She wished to build up an empire of metal and power.

Rythian and Zoey, the Archmage man and the robotic scientist girl, Rythian had taken up an old article of clothing, a simple white long coat, useful in the fact that it had a large amount of pockets, other than that and a necklace with an Eye of Ender trinket, his looks hadn't changed. Zoey was a different story, a mechanical eye, arm, and various wires keeping power regulating throughout her body, a plane of dark red hair broken by a gold streak on one side, black shirt with a green net-like pattern over it. Her clothes were mostly the same as Rythian's, though of course tailored to a woman's body. Rythian strived to regain power, and Zoey strived to be like Robocop.

Each of them were very different, and each of them had their own very different stories.

So, let them tell you a story.

First chapter is a bit short, just pushing a lot of basic introductions out of the way to make room for actual story content.

This story will tell the tale of a single day in Tekkitopia, from each of the Yog's different perspectives, each chapter will be different lengths, but still decently long.

A shit-ton of my head-canon will be included, but I'm the author here, so what I want, I write.