Finally, Miller had enough. He pulled Ghost into a "Sit"—an OOC (Out of Character) void where admins lecture players.
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. TROLLING SALTY ADMINS with AIMBOT... GTA 5 RP ?...
"You think you're funny?" Miller screamed, his avatar shaking with rage. "You’re done. I’m IP banning you, your hardware ID, and reporting your stream for TOS violations!" Finally, Miller had enough
"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 drove with impossible precision, hitting gaps that
Three officers went down instantly—headshots, while Ghost was mid-roll. Miller scrambled behind a rock, his voice cracking on the radio. "He's cheating! There's no way! I'm recording this!"
Ghost fired a flare gun directly at Miller’s feet, lighting the admin’s avatar on fire in the middle of the 'safe zone.' "You’re so salty you’re practically flammable, man. Thanks for the content."