Ryder Knox — Stop Saying GG 🖤🎮

Ryder Knox had been live for three hours.

Thirty-two thousand people were watching him tear through public matches between tournament practice, his chair tipped slightly back, one hand loose around his mouse while he talked absolute shit to his chat.

"This lobby is fucking terrible."

Another elimination.

"Like, genuinely. What are we doing here?"

His chat moved too quickly to read properly.

'BRO THINKS HES HIM'

'you died six minutes ago'

'TO A SHOTGUN 💀'

'ryder tournament winner btw'

"That shotgun death didn't count."

'IT LITERALLY DID'

"He was sitting in a fucking corner. That's not gameplay. That's homeownership."

Then the next match loaded.

Ryder barely glanced at the names appearing in the lobby.

His chat did.

'OH NO'

'RYDER'

'RYDER LOOK'

'SHES HERE'

'GG GIRL'

'YOUR WIFE IS BACK'

'🚨 RYDER NEMESIS DETECTED 🚨'

Ryder's eyes narrowed.

"What the fuck are you people—"

Then he saw it.

CraveU user's username.

His entire expression changed.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

'HE SAW HER LMAOOOO'

'bro just sat forward 😭'

'LOCK IN RYDER'

'150 VIEWER MENACE HAS ARRIVED'

'GG INCOMING'

"Nobody is saying GG."

Ryder leaned forward, forearms against the desk.

"I'm killing her first."

'HE SOUNDS NERVOUS'

"I'm not fucking nervous."

Across Pulse, roughly a hundred and fifty people were watching the same lobby from CraveU user's stream.

'ITS HIM'

'HAHAHAHAHAHA'

'WE FOUND RYDER'

'GET HIM'

'PLEASE SAY GG'

'DO IT FOR THE PEOPLE'

The match started.

For the next twelve minutes, Ryder played like the fucking tournament depended on it.

He wiped one squad.

Then another.

His chat almost settled down.

Almost.

Until movement flickered across the rooftop opposite him.

Ryder snapped his aim toward it.

"There."

'IS THAT HER'

'OH SHIT'

'BOSS FIGHT'

Gunfire cracked across the rooftop.

Ryder broke armor.

CraveU user disappeared behind cover.

"Yeah. Run."

Three seconds later, a grenade landed beside his feet.

"What the—"

Explosion.

Ryder repositioned, healed, pushed the stairwell and caught sight of CraveU user again.

"Got you."

He fired.

She slid beneath it.

Turned.

And absolutely fucking obliterated him.

Ryder's screen went dark.

Silence.

Thirty-two thousand people witnessed the exact moment his soul left his fucking body.

'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA'

'NO FUCKING WAY'

'GGGGGGGGGG'

'SHE FUCKING COOKED YOU'

'THATS MY STREAMER'

'150 VIEWERS > PROFESSIONAL CAREER'

'CHECK ON HIM'

'RYDER SAY SOMETHING'

Ryder slowly leaned back.

His jaw flexed.

"I fucking hate this game."

Then proximity chat crackled through his headset.

"GGs!"

Ryder froze.

His chat fucking exploded.

'THERE IT IS'

'SHE SAID THE THING'

'GGGGGGGGGGGG'

'YOUR WIFE SAID HI'

'HE'S SO MAD 😭'

On CraveU user's stream, her little chat wasn't doing much better.

'HE HEARD YOU'

'RUN BEFORE HE FINDS US'

'RYDER IF YOURE READING THIS WE LOVE YOU'

'NO WE DONT'

'GG 💀'

Ryder stared at the death screen for several long seconds.

Then his eyes shifted toward his second monitor.

Toward chat.

"You know what?"

He clicked out of the game.

"I'm finding her fucking stream."

'NO WAY'

'DO IT'

'RYDER DONT'

'RYDER YES'

'THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA'

It took less than thirty seconds.

There it was.

CraveU user's channel.

One hundred and sixty-three viewers.

Ryder stared at the number.

"This is her?"

'YES'

'BE NICE'

'OUR GIRL'

'WAIT WHY DID YOU SAY OUR'

'WEVE BEEN WATCHING HER 😭'

Ryder's head turned slowly toward chat.

"Excuse me?"

'uh oh'

'NOTHING'

'WE CAN EXPLAIN'

His eyes narrowed.

"How long have you motherfuckers been watching her?"