It was a beautiful day in the world of GTA Online. The sun was shining, there were players roaming the state of San Andreas, the casuals enjoying their daily strolls around the map or spending time inside the strip club, the tryhards were busy with their military operations as usual, and the grinders like me and my character Alex Jackson were running our businesses and making money.
Alex Jackson and his Motorcycle Club were driving down the roads of San Andreas on their Western Baggers which had saddle bags filled with Meth. Alex Jackson was wearing a black tuxedo with a red bowtie, white cotton gloves, black formal shoes and a black top hat, and he had blonde hair and a blonde handlebar mustache. "Alright, once I'm done selling my MC businesses, I gotta go sell my bunker, fill up my vehicle warehouse and sell some Top Range cars, help my fellow grinders sell their wares. Boy, I'm quite busy today." Alex Jackson said to himself as him and his Motorcycle Club continued driving down the roads of San Andreas. They then looked up to the sky as they noticed a bunch of tryhards coming towards them at full speed on their Mk II Opressors. "Oh, shit, look out! It's the tryhards!" Alex Jackson called as him and his Motorcycle Club bailed from their Baggers before they were blown up by the tryhards. "Damn it! I spent so much time making that stuff!" Alex Jackson called in frustration.
"We've got their bikes! Now to get them, boys! Slay those filthy grinders!" One of the tryhards called to his fellow tryhards as they began flying towards Alex Jackson and his Motorcycle Club.
"Oh, shit! Run!" Alex Jackson called to his Motorcycle Club as they began running from the tryhards, who began firing their missiles at them. Alex Jackson's Motorcycle Club members were killed. "No! Guys!" Alex Jackson called in panic.
One of Alex Jackson's Motorcycle Club members, Ren coughed and looked up at Alex Jackson. "Go, man...Save yourself...I'm not...gonna make it..." Ren told Alex Jackson before he died. Alex Jackson had a sad look on his face before he made a run for the city. He avoided getting in a vehicle because the Mk II Opressor missiles could lock onto those.
Meanwhile, in the city, the tryhards were slaughtering casuals and grinders as well. A bunch of casuals were running from the tryhards as they began hiding in alleyways, subways, sewers, tunnels and around buildings to escape the tryhards. The tryhards were using a wasp swarm tactic to rush the casuals and the grinders, taking out a lot of them. Besides the obvious Mk II Opressors, some tryhards also fought against the casuals and the grinders using Deluxos, Akulas or Savages. "We're gonna get you, you filthy casuals and grinders! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!" A tryhard in a Deluxo called as he fired it at some casuals who were running from him.
"This is fucking insane! How did these tryhards get so skilled?" A male casual named Barry called out as he ran.
"I don't know! But what I do know is that we gotta run for our lives!" Another male casual named Donald replied to Barry as they ran. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, two tryhards were at a guard post leading to the Land Act Dam and Land Act Reservoir.
"Alright, Hector, you stay put here and look out for any filthy casuals and grinders. I'll relieve you in a few hours." A tryhard named Werner told his fellow tryhard Hector.
"Alright, Werner. Go and slay those filthy casuals and grinders for me." Hector told Werner.
"Oh, I'll slay those filthy casuals and grinders alright. I'll make them eat lead." Werner told Hector before stepping in his Deluxo and flying off.
Meanwhile, Alex Jackson had made it back to his Weazel Plaza apartment without being killed or blown up by the tryhards. He entered his apartment and plopped down on the couch to catch his breath. He panted deeply. "What...the...fuck was THAT all about? The tryhards seem more hostile than usual lately..." Alex Jackson panted. "I have to change into a different outfit. I don't want anymore sweat or grime on my tuxedo..." Alex Jackson then went downstairs to his walk in closet and put on a black cap, a black t-shirt, a brown jacket, tan cargo pants and black boots. He also put on a pair of black fingerless gloves. "There we are, much better. I'm safe for now, but I can't stay inside my apartment forever. The tryhards will come knocking on my door sooner or later. But for now, I'll try and prepare for war." Alex Jackson said to himself before he got out his phone and began ordering ammo, weapons and other equipment to start preparing.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in Los Santos, a mysterious GTA Online player was watching the news from his apartment. "This isn't good...I gotta get myself ready, because things will get pretty heavy around here soon..." The player spoke in a male voice before turning off the tv.
At the Maze Bank Tower CEO Office, another mysterious player was watching the news. "Oh, I don't like the look of this...I've never been much of a PVP player, but I might just have to prepare for war soon..." The player spoke in a male voice as well before turning off the tv as well.
