Do you really want to lynch a cop claim? Look, I know this looks really bad for me. But look what happened the last time you lynched me!
Do you really wanna lynch Chase H.Q., the last bastion of law and order in this lawless vector hellscape.
While you were busy pushing Icon, RT, and whatever discount Galaga roleplay Pie was selling, I was burning rubber through the ISO of truth.
My investigations were real.
My reads were divinely inspired.
My predecessor’s lies? A test.
A cosmic gambit from the mod to see if any of you could discern the signal from the static.
Spoiler: you failed.
You say my claim makes no sense? Of course it doesn’t. You think truth makes sense in a world built on 8-bit lies?
My role PM was a QR code inside a fortune cookie. I had to microwave it and hold it up to a mirror while listening to the Tron soundtrack just to decode one line:
“You are the cop now. Drive fast. Die loud.”
And I did.
So when I flip?
When you see my name in cold, red font?
Know this:
You didn’t catch scum.
You lynched justice on wheels.
GG.
I’ll see you all in the bonus stage.
Bring quarters.
And when I die and flip cop - whiteflame is guilty!