To the players below, it looked like a Christmas miracle—or a glitch in the Matrix. Kael moved like a blur, his bullets curving through the winter air as if guided by the ghost of Saint Nick himself. He cleared the square in under ten seconds, leaving nothing behind but a pile of dropped loot and a very confused chat log.
The first shot rang out. Buff Santa didn’t even have time to jump. Before his avatar hit the pavement, the script had already locked onto the lieutenant five blocks away. Pop. Pop. Pop. UNTITLED HOOD BEST CHRISTMAS AIMLOCK SCRIPT (FA...
"Who did that?" a noob asked, looking up at the empty rooftop. To the players below, it looked like a
The snow wasn't the only thing falling in the digital streets of Untitled Hood . The first shot rang out
Down below, a notorious gang known as the Frostbite Killers was shaking down a group of noobs. Their leader, a player in a buff Santa suit, waved a double-barrel shotgun. "Christmas is canceled," he typed into the global chat. "Drop your skins or get sent back to the lobby."
