It's been a week since the tryhards started their all out attack on the world of GTA Online. Within days, they had enslaved the rest of the player base and are now ruling over Freemode and the state of San Andreas. Deluxos with search lights were patrolling the streets of Los Santos and Blaine County, as it was night and it was raining. An announcement jingle then played. "Attention, all players. Freemode now belongs to the tryhards. Any filthy casuals and grinders will be promptly blown up." The announcer spoke. A bunch of casuals were hiding out in one of the construction yards. One casual was hiding behind a wall as two patrolling tryhards were walking his way. As the tryhards were walking, he moved around the wall.

"And then he begged me not to kill him, but I blew his head clean off his shoulders." The first tryhard, Ned said to the other tryhard, Duncan.

"Oh, really, huh?" Duncan asked Ned.

"Yeah. My K/D ratio has gotten even better since we took over." Ned replied as him and Duncan went around a corner. "Ah, screw this patrol. There ain't no filthy casuals or grinders around here." Ned said as the hiding casual began to run, after which Ned and Duncan gave chase after hearing his footsteps.

"Hey, I think I heard a filthy casual around here!" Duncan called as him and Ned ran after the casual, with a third tryhard, Manuel joining the chase.

Meanwhile, Alex Jackson was still wearing the outfit he put on about a week ago, as he was soaking wet from the rain. He held his Machine Gun in his hands as he was hiding out underneath the Del Perro Pier. He was breathing heavily. "The patrols and tryhards are getting worse by the hour...When is this Hell going to end...?" Alex Jackson asked himself as he saw Deluxos patrolling the skies around Vespucci Beach. As the Deluxos turned around, Alex Jackson saw his chance and ran for his life as he tried to get off Vespucci Beach, and was willing to slaughter any tryhards that came his way if the tryhards didn't slaughter him first. He then saw a tryhard standing on a corner by himself, and he didn't notice Alex Jackson coming his way. Alex Jackson snuck his way and stabbed him in the back with his knife. The tryhard dropped to the ground, dead. "There we go. I'll do my best to take out the tryhards, one helmet at a time." Alex Jackson quietly said to himself as he snuck past buildings and patrolling tryhards. Eventually, he made it into an alleyway, where he dropped to the ground by sliding down a wall, catching his breath.

"Hey, are you a casual or a grinder?" A male voice suddenly asked him.

"Huh? Who said that?" Alex Jackson responded. Suddenly, an Asian looking male grinder with a black haircut similar to that of Alex Jackson and a black beard walked up to him. The male was dressed in a green t-shirt, green cargo pants and brown copper boots.

"I did." The Asian male replied.

"Well, I'm a grinder." Alex Jackson replied. "My name is Alex Jackson, and yours?"

"My name is Sosuka, and I'm a grinder as well. How about the two of us stick together and try to find a solution to this madness?" Sosuka suggested.

"Sure, let's do that. Let's go then." Alex Jackson replied as Sosuka helped him up and the two shook hands, confirming their alliance. The two then tried to make their way downtown. Along the way, they encountered more tryhards who weren't paying attention. Alex Jackson took them out with his Pump Shotgun, which had a surpressor, and Sosuka took them out with his Pistol, which also had a surpressor.

"You're a pretty good gunman." Sosuka complimented Alex Jackson's shooting skills.

"Ever since I switched to Free Aim, I've gotten better at shooting. Makes picking off targets a lot easier too." Alex Jackson replied as the two of them hid behind a wall, as a bunch of tryhards on Mk II Opressors went speeding by. "Okay, I think it's clear. Let's go." Alec Jackson told Sosuka, who nodded as the two of them ran again, not trying to alert any patrolling tryhards. Suddenly, the two of them were spotted by a patrolling tryhard in a Deluxo as an alarm began sounding.

"Filthy grinders spotted!" The Deluxo tryhard yelled out.

"Oh shit! Run!" Alex Jackson called as him and Sosuka began running. The Deluxo tryhard chased after them as he fired his machine guns at them.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Sosuka exclaimed as him and Alex Jackson ran.

"You're not gonna escape me, filthy grinders! You're gonna die, just like the rest of them!" The Deluxo tryhard called as he continued chasing Alex Jackson and Sosuka while firing his machine guns. Eventually, he cornered the two as he was hovering in front of them. Alex Jackson and Sosuka cowered in fear as the Deluxo tryhard laughed evily. "So, do you two have any last words?" The Deluxo tryhards asked Alex Jackson and Sosuka.

"Damn it, I just wanted to sell my wares!" Alex Jackson responded as he cowered in fear.

"Even if you kill us, there's still plenty of casuals and grinders who will avenge us!" Sosuka replied as he cowered in fear.

"Alright, time to die, motherfuckers!" The Deluxo tryhard said as he was about to kill the two, but then a Caucasian male casual with an auburn faux hawk hairstyle wearing a black t-shirt, black trousers and brown sneakers began firing his Mk II Carbine Rifle at the Deluxo tryhard.

"Hey, pick on someone your own size!" The casual shouted at the Deluxo tryhard as he turned his attention towards him.

"What the fuck? A filthy casual tries to fight back against me? Get over here, you filthy casual!" The Deluxo tryhard called as he gave chase to the casual. Alex Jackson and Sosuka caught their breath as they saw what happened.

"...Man, that guy saved our asses..." Sosuka panted.

"Yeah, man...I thought I was done for..." Alex Jackson panted as well. Suddenly, a manhole cover opened next to Alex Jackson.

"Hurry up, get in before more of them come!" A voice called from the manhole. Alex Jackson and Sosuka went down the manhole and closed it as more tryhards on Mk II Opressors went speeding by. Alex Jackson and Sosuka climbed down the ladder and ended up in a sewer. The Caucasian male casual who just saved them was there.

"Hey, thanks for saving us, man." Alex Jackson told the male. He was very grateful for this male saving him.

"Yeah, you're pretty quick on your feet." Sosuka added.

"Meh, I'm used to running from those guys. Come with me, there's a whole bunch of us down here." The male replied as he walked into the sewers. Alex Jackson and Sosuka followed him.

"By the way, my name's Alex Jackson." Alex Jackson introduced himself as they walked.

"And I'm Sosuka." Sosuka introduced himself as well.

"My name's Bogart." The male introduced himself as well. "The tryhards usually don't come down here, so we've set up sort of a haven down here." Bogart explained as they walked by a bunch of grinders and casuals who were either sitting, sleeping, taking care of wounded casuals and grinders or training. "We must stick together in these dark times, so we're taking care of the wounded and training people to defend themselves." Bogart continued.

"That sounds very good." Sosuka replied.

"Yeah. So you guys are some sort of Resistance?" Alex Jackson asked.

"Pretty much. Our leader is gonna be happy I took you guys in. I'll take you to see it right now." Bogart responded.

"What do you mean, it? Is it a guy or a girl?" Alex Jackson asked in confusion.

"It's some sort of Insurgent. The driver never steps out, and speaks in some sort of robotic voice. But it saved us many times, so we trust it." Bogart explained. Alex Jackson nodded hesitantly.

"Well, take us to see them then." Sosuka replied.

"Alright, follow me." Bogart replied as he took Alex Jackson and Sosuka to see the Resistance Leader.