The sun was setting over Los Santos, painting the Vinewood sign in a deep, bloody orange. Michael De Santa stood on his balcony, drink in hand, looking out at the Pacific. But the ocean didn’t look right. It wasn’t waving; it was retreating .

You will need Script Hook V and the OpenIV tool to modify the game's common.rpf files.

On the horizon, a wall of black water rose. It was taller than the Maze Bank Tower, a liquid mountain capped with white foam. The wasn't just a rumor anymore; it was a reality that was about to delete the city.

"So," Franklin panted, pulling himself into the cabin. "Where do we go now? There ain't no Los Santos left to lick."

"Seeing it? Dog, the whole city is screaming!" Franklin’s voice cracked over the line. "They’re calling it the 'Mega Tide.' People are saying someone messed with the city's weather code."

The sirens began to wail. Michael didn't run for his car—he ran for the roof. He reached his yellow Frogger chopper just as the first wave hit the Santa Maria Pier. The pier didn't just break; it vanished. The Ferris wheel snapped like a toothpick, swallowed instantly by the surge.