The server’s Discord went into a meltdown. Admin chat was a flurry of "BAN HIM NOW," but Ghost had used a proxy that kept him jumping IDs. Every time Miller tried to use his admin "god mode" to teleport to Ghost, the script detected it and blinked Ghost across the map.

As the screen finally faded to black with the "Connection Closed" message, Ghost’s chat exploded. He’d been banned, but the clip of a furious, screaming admin being outplayed by a "god" was already viral.

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.

"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."

"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?"

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.