Script Hook | Rdr 2 !!top!!

"Whoa," the man whispered, his voice tinny through the speakers. "Did the AI just…?"

Arthur raised his other hand and typed back, his finger punching through the ghostly keyboard in the reflection. He spelled out one word, the only command that mattered: script hook rdr 2

Arthur watched as his own revolver teleported from his holster to his hand, then to the floor, then multiplied into twenty identical Schofields. The user was trying to spawn a weapon wagon. They were bored. "Whoa," the man whispered, his voice tinny through

Page 112: Spawned 30 cougars. The ecosystem is confused. I am confused. The user was trying to spawn a weapon wagon

The scariest part was the journal. Arthur pulled it out, flipping past his sketches of deer and wolves. New pages had appeared, written in a font he didn't recognize. It wasn't his handwriting.

Tonight, he stood in the silent tailor’s shop, staring at a mirror that didn't reflect the room, but a different place entirely. He saw a desk. A messy bedroom. A flickering monitor. And a pair of human hands tapping on a keyboard.