They opened the command console, the cursor blinking like a heartbeat. With a final keystroke, the flickered to life, its translucent menu hovering over the game world like a ghost in the machine. "Time to work," V whispered.
As the first attacker lunged, the script took over. V didn’t need to aim; the code calculated the trajectory of every shot before the trigger was even pulled. In a flash of muzzle flares and localized glitches, the Skulls were neutralized before they could even land a hit.
By sunrise, the city belonged to the one behind the script. V logged off, the GUI fading into the shadows of the hard drive, leaving behind only a trail of confused players and a mountain of digital gold.