A/N (9/25/2022): Happy to see some people still reading! After posting every chapter, there's like this writer's post-natal depression in which you believe it's the worst chapter you've written yet, so it always lifts my spirits when someone posts a positive review! Thanks everyone!
Beta: Path of a Writer
/-A Requiem for a Gamer-/
At Jaune's stunned face, Weiss sighed. There was a moment where she didn't say anything as she struggled, most likely forgetting that she couldn't cross her arms while frozen in the menus, before she remembered and she re-opened her mouth. "Look, I know it can be a bit of a shock - "
"Not really."
"It's all over your face."
"My face is lying."
" - But why not think it over later? You don't need to give yourself an answer at this very moment."
Jaune looked away. To his own disappointment, there was part of him that liked her suggestion. Because his hands were frozen from being in the pause menu, he instead gritted his teeth. What she said made sense… But he wasn't entirely ready to accept it. "So," he said casually, "What about your stats? Does this info affect how you wish to proceed?"
"Very natural topic change."
"Don't worry, the Jaune of tomorrow can deal with this." Once again, his mouth was faster than his thoughts. The moment the words came out, he hated them.
Weiss looked at him, unimpressed. "Perhaps your statement is mildly amusing, but you can end up endlessly putting it off - "
"I know, I know." Jaune answered, this time with clear seriousness. "But like you said, I need some time with myself to process it. There's…" He tried rubbing his temples with his fingers, forgetting he was frozen again. "There's something… something important I feel like I'm missing."
"Maybe so. I could be incorrect. I barely know you."
"No, no, I think… I think you're right. I'm talking about something else." The admittance to it didn't make Jaune feel any better. "Crazy how perceptive you are, even though we've just known each other for a week." Isn't that right? Maybe that is partly why I don't want to discuss it with her.
"Hmph. I meant that I don't care enough about you to have been paying attention to your intricacies."
"You didn't need to say that out loud!"
Weiss didn't answer, looking back down to her menus. Jaune, who wasn't at all bothered by her words, took the time to reflect.
What am I missing?
There was that thing with conviction, Ren, and Ruby. Ren had told me that conviction is also built from routines and I was thinking about using Ruby's conviction as the spark for my own.
…I don't see how that connects to my discussion with Weiss, other than the superficial connections between reminding me that I'm aimless.
No, I feel like… There's something with Light and… Cardin.
He blinked to himself.
Cardin? That racist? Why?
He frowned, confused at being confused about his confusion.
"Do you have any suggestions about the stats?" Weiss suddenly asked.
"Huh?" Jaune took a moment to pivot from his contemplation. "Not really, yours seem pretty clear on what they do. Go for whatever build you like."
"No, not that. I was wondering what they did."
"Aren't they self-explanatory?"
"Yes, but how do they affect the story?"
"...Hm?" Jaune blinked. "What do you mean?"
"For some odd reason…" She gave him a suspicious look. "...You really want me to get a good ending and I don't believe you that it's just your personal preference."
"Whaaaaat." He said in a monotone. "What could you ever meaaaaan."
Her look turned unimpressed. "You've also mentioned that we seemed to be pressed for time. However, by your reactions, I will also assume that we have ample time for at least a few tries."
Jaune sweated. Wait, that's wrong Weiss! We have literally just a few minutes, unless the others are late by an hour or something! I was only not nervous because… I forgot!
"...We don't?" Weiss questioned.
He narrowed his eyes. But that's strange. I haven't checked a clock yet, but this must be longer than five minutes now. Aren't we basically already out of time? He paused. There's no way we can rush a good ending in, like, thirty seconds. Looks like I'm losing that 25$... Well, if I'm losing it anyways… His tension left his expression as he relaxed. Might as well let Weiss have her fun.
"You have the look of someone who's come to peace with something." Weiss smirked. "Since our conversations work out even without you talking, why not just stay silent for - hm - the rest of your life?"
"Hardy har har. I can't participate in the presentation for the project if I don't talk, so that sounds like an offer for you to do my part, too."
"That's fine, we'll just report to the prof that you aren't pulling your weight."
"Hey! You know what? I'll learn hand signals for the presentations just to spite you."
"Right, as if you have the motivation to do that."
"Actually, I already know some." Jaune proudly declared.
"Reallyyyyyy…"
"Yeah! I know how to say 'watermelon'!"
"Oh?"
"That's the only one, though."
"...Why?"
"I saw it on reddit. You wave your fingers in a 'W' shape near your mouth, then uh you do a hand thing and flick your middle finger on the other hand." Jaune suddenly shook his head. "Wait, Weiss, you were talking about the stats and how they relate to the story, right? We need to continue that conversation!"
"Make up your mind, Jaune, do we have time or do we not?"
"...Yes."
"You really just wanted to say that even if it made no sense, didn't you?"
"Nope." Jaune said. "And the answer is, we have little time, but I don't really care anymore."
"Someday you've got to explain this to me."
"Nope, nope, nope!"
"Ugh, don't do that, I already know one person like that, don't need two." Weiss sighed, but continued before Jaune could ask. "As I was saying, stats and their effects on the story is an important thing to consider because not all stats are made the same."
"That seems obvious."
"Not really. Consider a more open ended game focused on giving the player choice… Like… What's that one that they keep repackaging as new games, but are actually still just reselling the same one over and over again, yet people keep buying them?"
"FIFA?"
"No, no, I said it had an open world."
"FIFA has an open world now?"
"Don't jinx it. No, the game I speak of has combat."
"Grand Theft Auto?"
"No, the one with poor graphics, as if the devs were given two polygons and then told to make a game out of it."
"...That sounds still like GTA to me."
"Where everyone's racist?"
"Still GTA."
"...Crazy mods?"
"GTA."
"Barely passable stealth mechanics?"
"GTA, yup, yup."
"Takes forever to get from one place to the next?"
"Do I need to answer?"
"Dragons!"
"...Funny enough, GTA has dragons… in a sense, but I think I got the game you were thinking about. Skyrim, Elder Scrolls?"
"Yes, that!" She glared at him. "I didn't realize they had so much in common, but couldn't you have led with that instead?"
"But then I wouldn't have wasted two minutes of screen time!" He winked in the direction the camera probably was. "Sorry to our audience around the globe!"
Weiss stared. "With everything that has happened today, I don't know if I should take that seriously."
"It's a joke!"
She tilted her head. "Is it?"
"Haha, of course...Wait, is it?" Jaune asked, now suddenly unsure. Could Light be filming and showing this to… extra-dimensional aliens?
"Just to be safe, you better apologize to the readers, too, then." She paused. "And the listeners, should this be an audiobook."
"Sorry readers! Sorry, listeners! We'll be going back to our regularly scheduled programming shortly!" Jaune would have given them a wave too, but he was frozen in the pause menu.
"As I was saying, consider an open world game like Skyrim." Weiss' flat, unimpressed gaze turned back into her usual sharper one. "There are many stats available to the player, but since the developers wanted to allow the players to RP as they liked, they tried to make every problem solvable in many different ways. That, however, does not always hold true."
"Oh, I think I get what you mean already."
"Yes. In games with branching storylines where there is little gameplay other than choosing between options, finding the specific, limited set of choices in order to get the ending you want is the fun. This can mean having to hit certain stats thresholds to get events."
"So you are saying, certain stats could be instrumental depending on which 'good end' you are aiming for?"
"Correct. We haven't seen enough of the game yet, but a holistic view is important if we wish to finish this game on time."
That… Is not something I've considered. Jaune thought.
"A good developer should make systems that support his vision of a 'fun game'. Therefore, it would make sense that however these stats are designed, it is likely that it fits into what is expected of its class of genre." Weiss stated.
"So you are saying it's likely that we should consider which stats will best help us accomplish Blaine's ending?"
Weiss considered. "Hm… No."
"What?"
"These days, as game engines become better and the expected quality of games skyrocket, so have the expectations on these sims. This includes the writing, the CG's, and of course, the freedom of the player."
"Why'd you waste our time with this shit then?!" CG's? What's that?
"Chances are, it won't be. We just need to keep an eye out. At the end of the day, I believe determining the intent of the developer will allow us to better fit together the clues we get, rather than meaninglessly attempting countless experiments to figure specific mechanics. Plus, it gives us several frameworks to start from, doesn't it?"
"Right…" To Jaune, it seemed to make sense. "Then, got any ideas for Blaine?"
"Arts is most likely important…"
"Ah, so let's just pump that stat then!"
"...I feel like it'd be too simple, but there are no hints to the contrary."
"Well, what are the other stats, then?"
"Arts, Athletics, Beauty, Smarts, Magic, Intel, Money, Social, Stress, Charm."
Jaune blinked. "What? Stress? Intel? Money? How are those stats?!"
"That's just how these games work, Jaune."
"Hmmm… I say you also pump Money, Beauty, Smarts, and Intel."
"Why specifically those?"
I probably shouldn't say it's because I feel like it's part of her character archetype. "Seems like the ones you'd have." …And I said it out loud anyway.
Weiss looked between him and the menu. "We're trying to build our character to do well in Blaine's route. There's no point in trying to fit the protagonist to me - Are you saying I've got no charm?!"
Jaune awkwardly laughed. "I didn't say that, you said that."
"You clearly implied it!"
He got an idea. "No, no, you're only thinking I'm meaning that because… it is you who is actually secretly insecure about it." Heh, I'm so witty! I'm the best there is!
Weiss' glare made him flinch.
….But I don't feel like a winner here.
Hey, that's what you get for those insults - though I honestly don't actually care. It's more of a 'in the moment' kind of thing.
"You - !" She pushed her head forward, looking clearly to close the distance. However, she seemed to have forgotten that her entire body neck down was frozen. Much to Jaune's horror, she tipped forward.
She landed face first on the floor.
Jaune sweated.
Weiss fumed.
"Erm…" He said 'menu' to unpause the game and fled through the open door of the arts room. "I need to go, Weiss, I think I left something on the stove!"
"Get back here, you simpleton!" She got up, patting dust off herself, before chasing after him. However, the moment she was in the doorway, her body teleported back beside Blaine. Some external power forced her to kneel, and lightly jostle Blaine awake, most likely in order to follow her previous choice. With Weiss' anger though, it was far less gentle and more of a weak shake.
Jaune hid beside the doorway, allowing him to glance in and still see what was going on.
Text crawled in front of Weiss, just like before, to communicate the protagonist's thoughts to the two players.
"Shut up, Maria, I've got a blond to wrangle!" She said.
"I'm not a farm animal!" Jaune complained.
"...Please, leave your mortal worries at the door, scholarship student." Blaine opened one gem-like eye, emboldened by dark purple eyeliner and his thick onyx eyelashes. Jaune sweatdropped, as usually this would have been difficult to see from the doorway, but that was just how striking the person's makeup and facial features were.
"Oh my, you know who I am?" Weiss looked taken back, her earlier fury gone.
That can't be right. …I think she's acting?
"Of course. Few commoners are exceptional enough to go to Beacon Academy. With your Light magic, you are a celebrity among the first years."
Jaune saw options appear in front of Weiss, and she chose one. "Sorry, then you have me at a disadvantage. Who might you be?"
The man sat up, letting his black, silky hair gently sway.
How much conditioner does this guy use?! You can literally see the softness!
"I am Blaine Belladon, president of this little club that you see. A pursuer…" He looks away, dark and broody. "...Of the dark arts of humanity."
Jaune looked away and coughed into the elbow of his uniform, unable to keep his composure. What does Weiss think of that? He peaked back into the room, only to see Weiss give Jaune yet again a look that clearly meant 'I'll kill you'. Oh wait, they can probably hear me here, no? I should probably be silent.
Blaine gestured towards the shadowed art pieces around him. "Look at these paintings. What do you see?"
Weiss chose one of the options. "I see fine works of art, but oddly they make me… uncomfortable."
"As they should." Blaine said. "You see, Maria, there is romance in misery, life in death. A duality of existence, marked onto a delicate canvas." There was a look in his eyes. "Compared to your golden hair and sky blue eyes, are my blackened features not a reflection of this concept, too?" He propped up his head with an arm. "I believe you have a class to go to. Please, go on, I tire of this conversation for I am not a man of mere words. May we meet again, should our paths cross once more."
You know, for a 'not a man of words' character, you'd think he'd talk less!
[Relationships (Weiss)]: +20 reputation with Blaine Belladon
Weiss and Jaune popped back in the hallway.
"Ah." He said.
She pulled hard on his left ear.
"Dammit, Weiss! You're really doing whatever you like in this dream!"
"Hmph. I have no idea what you mean." She smiled innocently. "Well, the first steps look successful to me. Let's see, it looks like I've raised my Arts and Stress. Seems like Stress is going to be a problem in his route."
"Well, what now?"
"Looks like we can skip class and do some other activities to boost our stats, or actually head to class."
"I like the first option - dammit Weiss, don't step on my foot!"
"You were asking for it. For now, I don't see why we shouldn't just follow the rules. We might miss something important."
Her words turned out to be true. Lots of information was given out, including future events. Jaune would list them out… if he'd listened. To be honest, halfway he started daydreaming about League builds, as the info dump wasn't that interesting.
"A sports… festival?" He asked her as they walked in the hallway during class transition. "Like intramurals? Sounds like fun!"
"Hm, a bit. Still a few events to go through before that, though. The blond looked quite excited."
"Oh, Yan, right? I thought he wasn't in our class."
"No, no, someone else."
"Huh."
For the next few minutes, Weiss rapidly made decisions in order to raise her stats, mostly focused on Arts, which usually was pretty fast due to the teleportation, skipping of non-important events, and her ability to skip through text crawls. This included joining the club that Blaine was part of and choosing arts class as her elective. Most importantly, this also meant spending free time training her art skill.
Jaune stared at the painting Weiss was making during lunch. He watched as Weiss' brush, tipped with rainbow paint, followed a dotted line. Once she finished tracing, a beautifully painted section of the painting suddenly flashed into existence.
He sweatdropped. "...Isn't this - "
"Shut up, Jaune."
Of course, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows.
"Stop right there." Growled a red haired girl with rough, almost striking, yet somehow still girly features. There was a gruffness in her voice that made her sound tough. At that, Weiss and Jaune stopped.
"Yes?" Weiss asked.
The red haired girl's two companions stepped up. "So, you're new here, huh?" One of them snidely asked, clearly not up to any good.
"Oh, new friends?" Jaune asked Weiss.
She gave him a look that clearly said 'are you serious'?
"My mom always said strangers were just friends you haven't met!" Before Weiss could interject, he continued. "They seem pretty stereotypically mean at first, but what if you could convince them to join your side?"
"For villainess characters like this? Unless they're the reincarnation of someone who's read the books or played this game themselves, don't expect that until near the end."
Weiss looked at her options.
[Reply shyly]
[Don't respond]
[Introduce yourself]
She narrowed her eyes. "I don't like any of these."
"You'll have to pick one, or else we'll probably be stuck here forever." Jaune told her, recalling previous options in Light's game.
After careful consideration, she chose one.
"Yes, as per my first year ribbon, you can see that I am a first year." Weiss said.
The opposing girls twitched.
"So the commoner can bark." One of the lackeys said. "Cute, isn't it?"
"Very much so, my dear friend." The other lackey responded. "But isn't this school pet-free?" She giggled.
Weiss scoffed to herself. More options came up.
[Cry]
[Slap with palm]
[Insult her]
She chose 'Slap with palm'.
"Weiss?!" Jaune reached out to stop her. However she tore her arm from his hold and stomped forward. Oh shit, she's really gonna beat them up!
The two lackeys looked taken back. It was off script enough that neither of them seemed to know what to do. Their boss stayed behind them, without a word, watching.
"W - Wait, you can't do that!"
Weiss didn't slow down one bit, forcing the one on the right, the one she was targeting, to retreat back towards the wall.
"A commoner raising her hand against a noble - "
Weiss stepped right up to the girl and raised her hand.
The girl flinched, crying out loud.
Weiss smashed her palm into the wall behind the lackey. "Apologies. There was an insect." She lifted her palm up, taking a look. "It seems disgusting, rotten creatures are attracted to like-minded beings." She flicked her hand, trying to get something off it, right over the cowering lackey.
"H - How dare you!" The other lackey said.
Weiss turned her gaze to the other and she instantly quieted down. "Don't you know that insects are one of the deadliest killers on the planet? They spread disease and pestilence, so I was merely concerned about her health."
"Urk!" The lackey looked extremely distressed. "J - Just wait till - "
"Aw, till daddy hears of it?" Weiss said in a whiny, bratty voice. "I'm so scared ~. As one of the few commoners whose skills are recognized under the king's authority to attend the noble Beacon Academy despite my low birth, oh no what can I do?"
Jaune sweatdropped as the lackey's eyes widened in horror.
"Why, it sounds like you are trying to go against his Imperial Majesty himself ~"
"I - "
Weiss snarled. "Know your place." Her tone low and cold.
The lackey stumbled back, landing on her butt. "I - I'm sorry - " She sobbed out.
"Now, I'd prefer the relationship between us not be so tense." Weiss walked up to the fallen girl. "Why don't we be friends instead?" She said with a big smile.
The lackey shook in fright.
"Fenny, Corsy." The ringleader suddenly said. "To me." Her lackeys scrambled to their feet, then to her side. Unlike the other two, she had kept her composure the entire time. "I see you've thrown the glove, first year. Not just bark, it seems. Good. I like a worthy opponent. If you wish to go after my fiancée, then I'd gladly take you on." She nodded in respect.
The one named 'Fenny' spoke up in a shaky voice, trying to sound confident. "You're in trouble now! This is Lady Eve from house Taurus, blade of the White Fang. She's never seen defeat!"
Eve Taurus crossed her arms. "May we see each other next… in combat."
As the three left, Jaune stared at the returning Weiss. "Who was supposed to be the villainess again?"
"I have no idea what you mean."
Jaune shook his head. "Tell me, was there really a bug?"
"No."
"Thought so. What about the king thing? That doesn't exist either, right?"
Weiss stared at him. "It was explained during our class when the teacher introduced me and singled me out, didn't you listen?"
Jaune chuckled awkwardly.
"Though, of course, in reality that wouldn't work, but a game is part fantasy, anyways."
Now realizing that they might also need Magic, they decided to play a bit around with her light powers after school, loitering in an empty classroom.
"Healing, purification, and shielding." Weiss listed out. "Classic set. Nothing to discuss here."
Jaune, on the other hand, noticed something important. Rather than magic, it seems that he still had access to his Aura. So Weiss and I are basically running different systems! Well, unless we get attacked by assassins… at school… I don't see my powers helping me here.
"Shouldn't we talk about cooldowns, how effective they are, etc.?" He brought up to her, closing his menus.
"No. Don't expect the combat systems to be any good in a game like this. Most likely all we'll need is for my magic stat to be high enough to pass some event requirements." Weiss opened up the mini-game for magic practice.
Jaune placed a hand over his eyes in exasperation. "...Is that candy crush?"
"That style, yes."
"How does that have anything to do with magic practice?!"
"Shut up, Jaune, you're messing with my concentration."
"For that?!"
Over the next few in-game weeks, Weiss and Jaune grinded to raise her stats and also made sure to make as many choices as possible that would lead to Blaine events. It didn't take that long in terms of actual time, because other than the events themselves, much of the time was skipped or glossed over in summary text by the game.
"Sheesh, Weiss, stop skipping the text. The last week felt like fifteen minutes! I thought you were against skipping, in case we miss something?"
"We have already seen these a thousand times. Don't worry, I make sure to take a look after the entire text is forced to appear before I skip to the next dialogue."
Slowly, the accomplished what they set out to do. Weiss' Arts and Magic stats went up and past one hundred, while stress was managed by spending time on leisure and food. On the relationship side, Weiss ranked up several times with Blaine and learned more of his past. It seems that one of his parents was descended from a race that was prejudiced against in the kingdom, which contributed to his ugly childhood. However, as they helped him around, moving boxed art suppliers and painting with him, Weiss and Jaune noticed some bad things happening outside the school.
"This White Fang has been causing a lot of trouble, haven't they?" Weiss told Jaune as they sat on a bench eating ice cream in the gardens. It was on a hill, allowing them to overlook the school.
He kind of just shrugged. Crazy how good this thing is! Is it Ben and Jerry's?
"To me, it seems like they are quite well funded. No matter how much Eve rejects the ones causing trouble as 'extremists', I feel like her House must be helping them. I'm just uncertain how supplies reach them, though. I wonder if it's explained off screen or through throwaway lines?"
Hmmm, Moonicorn tastes pretty good, in spite of the weird flavor name.
Weiss frowned. "I feel like… Jaune, have you noticed anything off about the art supply boxes?"
I wonder what Peach Melba was like? Cookie Monster looked fun, too…
Weiss took a bite from his ice cream cone.
"My ice cream! Wait, Weiss, isn't that cold?!"
She spat it out into a corner of her ice cream bowl. Turning back to him, her gaze seemed to dare him to say anything about it as she covered her mouth, clearly in pain. "Listen to me! Doesn't it seem suspicious?!" She said behind her hand, glowing with healing magic.
"Oh, you mean the event from yesterday? Where Blaine was saying some ominous words?" Jaune put a finger on his chin. "Isn't he always like that?" He laughed to himself, as he turned back to face the school, just as the school exploded.
Jaune and Weiss watched the smoke and fire with expressionless faces.
"Did it just…" She trailed off.
"No." He said. "Must be a different school."
Pieces of rubble dropped down from the sky as screams filled the air. In order to sell the whole situation, even the sky mysteriously turned gloomy despite the fact that it was sunny and clear just a second ago.
Weiss gasped.
Jaune turned to her, thinking she might have suddenly realized an important detail.
"We're not taking this ice cream with us if we reset, are we?" She frowned. "I didn't have time to enjoy it properly yet."
"Priorities, Weiss!"
[Terrorist Ending]
Suddenly, Weiss and Jaune found themselves in a prison cell.
"Eh?" "Huh?"
They stood there, confusedly staring at each other - and with no ice cream - before suddenly they were back at the front of the school gates. The school had also returned to its pre-exploded state, hinting that they had reset to the beginning of the game.
"Why was it just as rushed as the scene transitions?! There's no epilogue or anything?!" Weiss said indignantly. "I'm sending a complaint to the developers!"
"Don't do that, you'll get a lightning bolt."
At that, she eyed him with a suspicious look. "...Zeus is the dev?"
"Of course not - I mean, let's hope that not true?"
Weiss kept her gaze for longer, making him nervous that he might have dropped other hints, before something else seemed to come to her mind as she put a hand on her chin. "I think I figured out the ending."
"You have?!" Wasn't it just some bullshit Light made up? I can't remember anything too out of the ordinary…
"...Those boxes we were moving around…"
…Except that. Jaune put two and two together. "You mean Blaine made us unknowing accomplices?! So the ending - where we were put in jail - was because they traced it to us?!"
Weiss didn't immediately jump on that. "I suppose. He didn't seem like he was supporting the White Fang, however."
"Well clearly he was good at hiding it!" Jaune smacked his forehead. "Ugh, I should have noticed. Remember last night, when he was talking about the ominous things? Didn't he say something along the lines of 'art is an explosion'? That basically incriminated him as the culprit!"
Weiss looked at him, eyes sharp. "Didn't he say 'Only a fool would believe art is an explosion'?"
"...Did he?"
"I believe we're missing the whole picture. After all… we didn't end up fighting Eve, did we? We're missing content. Not to mention the gift we got from ranking up his reputation."
Jaune took a moment to recall it. "The katana… ribbon… machine pistol… thing? That would make sense that we could use it for the fight with Eve… unless the devs scrapped it for time."
"Could be. Well, that settles it. Let's try again."
"Which capture target this time?" Asked Jaune.
"Why not Blaine again?"
He stared at her. "You want to date a terrorist?!"
"Why not, it was fun. Remember when I was going to open one of the boxes, and he pinned me against the wall?" Weiss reminisced. "Had my heart thumping there."
"Yes, from fear." His memories of the scene weren't great either, since he had been buried under a mountain of roses that fell from the sky… while they were indoors. "Not to mention he blew up the school!"
"You don't want to date a terrorist at least once in your life? He did seem at least pretty driven, even if ideologically… Something you could learn from."
"I'm not learning from a terrorist!"
Weiss chuckled. "Not even if he's handsome?"
"Dammit, Weiss, no one cares!"
"Hm, hm… I still think there was more to the story, but if you wish, I can try aiming for a different capture target."
Jaune sighed. "Thank Go - Thank goats. There's no way any of the other ones can be as hard or crazy like a literal terrorist."
[Admin]: You'd be surprised.
Jaune looked up in horror. "You're joking, right?"
Silence.
"I said you're joking, right?!" He yelled at the heavens.
/-A Requiem for a Gamer-/
A/N (9/25/2022): Haha remember when I said 2-3 parts? It's starting to look like 3-4 parts. It feels like nothing happens this chapter part, because this is just buildup for the next (I may or may not have ran out of time).
BTW, for those who aren't sure where the dragon is in GTA… Jaune's speaking of the The Dragon Transform Race in GTA Online. A bit niche of a joke!
Next Chapter: October 30th, 2022