28 Frags Later
A rage-virus rips through Los Santos and turns the nightlife feral. Back-to-back, one clip left, we hold the line. The AI keeps “improving” the horde — last week they learned to open doors. We don't talk about last week.
Weekly game nights · Streamed live · Built by AI
A GTA V co-op saga · est. one very good group chat
“I wish I knew how to quit you… but it's your round.”
Custom GTA V co-op modes, coded live by an AI while we play. Someone shouts an idea mid-match and minutes later it's in the game — occasionally interpreted gloriously wrong.
Stokeback Mountain Pictures presents ▲ a lads-in-a-Discord production ▲ co-starring the zombie horde · one very brave pub · the entire Los Santos PD ▲ game design by an AI that's never touched grass ▲ emotional support by each other ▲ “we're not gay, we just love our mates” ▲ no lads were quit
It's improv comedy where the game itself is the improv partner — Whose Line crossed with an AI dungeon master crossed with a GTA server. We shout an idea mid-match; minutes later the AI's built it. Sometimes bang-on, sometimes gloriously, unpredictably wrong — and that gap, between what we asked for and what we got, is the whole show. Nobody can script it. That's the point.
We're not gay — we just love our mates. We'll charge a horde back-to-back and mean it; we'll go down defending a pub we don't even own; and we'll absolutely leave you behind if the van's low on fuel. The tenderness is real. The cowboy hats are a bit.
The actual code the AI writes is public on GitHub — come watch the sausage get made. The transparency's half the charm.
Viewers pitch the ideas; the best and daftest get built live. The community isn't watching the show — it's writing it.
Homemade and proud. Forced to choose between slick and funny, funny wins — every single time.
Nothing's pinned down — the AI cooks up something new most weeks, and half of it we couldn't repeat if we tried. Here are three that stuck around long enough to earn a name:
A rage-virus rips through Los Santos and turns the nightlife feral. Back-to-back, one clip left, we hold the line. The AI keeps “improving” the horde — last week they learned to open doors. We don't talk about last week.
Our Shaun-of-the-Dead tribute: barricade the boozer, ration the crisps, wait for it all to blow over. Rule one — don't lose the pub. Rule two — it's still your round.
Grab the loot, lose the law. A cops-and-robbers dash across the city with every siren in the state on your bumper. Someone always yells “split up!” — someone always shouldn't have.
Got a game mode, a curveball, or a cast-iron way to ruin Dave's night? Drop it below. If the AI can build it, we'll play it live — and probably get it magnificently wrong on the way.