Hey, this is Freezeframe. Tempest gave us each access to the blog so we can keep in touch better, and record stories of our own. It's translating this for you, my english isn't really this good. I wanted to tell you about something that happened to me this morning.
I was at the bazaar, I'd agreed to meet Shockwave f0r some shopping, and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see a figure in a large hood, their face obscured. 'You are Freezeframe?'
'I..how do you know that name?'
'You are Freezeframe?'
'Who are you? I don't know what you're on about.'
'You are Freezeframe. You are mine.'
'I...I really don't know what you're talking about?'
He went to grab me. I ran. I had the advantage, I've been dodging through crowded bazaars for years, but he merely threw people out of his way.
I ducked under a huge basket being carried by two women, down a side street hidden by a carpet, and knocked a snake barrel over as I shot past. The charmer yelled, but I didn't care. I had arrived at a stall selling old dvd's and some videos. Videos. I thought of the shop VHS had as a base. Even now, it was like they were sending me guidance and inspiration. I saw a poster by the stall, advertising an old spy film, with a smartly dressed man holding a gun. I pressed my hand against the poster. 'Come on, Dragon told you it can be done, you've worked on this, you can do it. Concentrate.'
The gun began to press out of the poster. Soon it was solid, and in my hand.
That was more draining than I thought it would be. I was about to stagger off, when I heard a quiet, carrying voice. 'You think that will protect you?'
There he was. Impossibly, he was in front of me. The crowded street paid us no attention. Everyone has their own problems. I was alone. I fired. As the bullet entered his hood, he laughed. A paper image of a bullet fluttered to the ground. 'You cannot stop me. You are mine.'
I ran again. 'Allah! If you are there, protect me!'
He was catching up. I suddenly had an idea. I turned to him and yelled 'Freeze!' thrusting a palm at him and throwing the full force of my power at him. He faltered. Then he sped up. He began to blur as he ran for me, and I quickly withdrew my power. It wasn't working. I eventually escaped by using it to freeze everyone else, making a wall of people that he couldn't move. My concentration slipped, and with my power at full the gun went off in my pocket. THAT bullet was real enough, just missed my leg, and tore a hole in my jeans.
I got back here, and did this. I would call the others for help, but checking my pocket I found the gun and half the remains of my mobile. The rest had fallen out of the hole. This place doesn't have one, and I can't go back outside. This is my only hope. Please, friends, save me!
What was that? A noise at the door! Sounds like it's burst open! I can hear him coming, he is nearly here! I must try to escape. Please VHS, protec
Console destroyed. Tempest emergency program 247 activated. Autoblog of last known data in progress.
'I...I really don't know what you're talking about?'
He went to grab me. I ran. I had the advantage, I've been dodging through crowded bazaars for years, but he merely threw people out of his way.
I ducked under a huge basket being carried by two women, down a side street hidden by a carpet, and knocked a snake barrel over as I shot past. The charmer yelled, but I didn't care. I had arrived at a stall selling old dvd's and some videos. Videos. I thought of the shop VHS had as a base. Even now, it was like they were sending me guidance and inspiration. I saw a poster by the stall, advertising an old spy film, with a smartly dressed man holding a gun. I pressed my hand against the poster. 'Come on, Dragon told you it can be done, you've worked on this, you can do it. Concentrate.'
The gun began to press out of the poster. Soon it was solid, and in my hand.
That was more draining than I thought it would be. I was about to stagger off, when I heard a quiet, carrying voice. 'You think that will protect you?'
There he was. Impossibly, he was in front of me. The crowded street paid us no attention. Everyone has their own problems. I was alone. I fired. As the bullet entered his hood, he laughed. A paper image of a bullet fluttered to the ground. 'You cannot stop me. You are mine.'
I ran again. 'Allah! If you are there, protect me!'
He was catching up. I suddenly had an idea. I turned to him and yelled 'Freeze!' thrusting a palm at him and throwing the full force of my power at him. He faltered. Then he sped up. He began to blur as he ran for me, and I quickly withdrew my power. It wasn't working. I eventually escaped by using it to freeze everyone else, making a wall of people that he couldn't move. My concentration slipped, and with my power at full the gun went off in my pocket. THAT bullet was real enough, just missed my leg, and tore a hole in my jeans.
I got back here, and did this. I would call the others for help, but checking my pocket I found the gun and half the remains of my mobile. The rest had fallen out of the hole. This place doesn't have one, and I can't go back outside. This is my only hope. Please, friends, save me!
What was that? A noise at the door! Sounds like it's burst open! I can hear him coming, he is nearly here! I must try to escape. Please VHS, protec
Console destroyed. Tempest emergency program 247 activated. Autoblog of last known data in progress.
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