"What’s the matter, Chief?" Ghost taunted, firing a single bullet that clipped Miller’s hat but left him alive. "Thought you were the law around here?"
"Alright chat," he whispered into his headset, the viewer count ticking up toward 50k. "The admins on this 'Serious RP' server are on a massive power trip. They banned a kid yesterday for 'bad driving.' It’s time to show them what a real problem looks like."
Ghost toggled a discreet menu on his second monitor. A small green crosshair flickered in the center of his screen: the aimbot was live. TROLLING SALTY ADMINS with AIMBOT... GTA 5 RP ?...
The neon lights of Los Santos blurred as "Ghost"—known to his viewers as the ultimate disruptor—slid his custom Sultan RS into a hidden alleyway. He wasn't there for the roleplay; he was there for the reaction.
Ghost leaned back, grinning at his camera. "Hey Miller, check your pocket." "What’s the matter, Chief
The chase lasted twenty minutes. Ghost drove with impossible precision, hitting gaps that shouldn't exist, but it was when they cornered him at the Vinewood sign that the "magic" happened. As the officers hopped out, weapons drawn, Ghost engaged the lock-on. Pop. Pop. Pop.
Finally, Miller had enough. He pulled Ghost into a "Sit"—an OOC (Out of Character) void where admins lecture players. They banned a kid yesterday for 'bad driving
"Pull over, or we will use lethal force!" Miller’s voice boomed over the megaphone, dripping with self-importance. "Catch me if you can, Officer Buzzkill," Ghost laughed.