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themainframe2013-08-28 11:14 am
bigsoftie) wrote in themainframe2013-08-28 11:14 am
Video; Memory Leak
[Leatherhead's D-Terminal starts flickering to life, beyond Leatherhead's current knowledge.]
[The scene starts out in a dank sewer, lit by someplace obviously inhabited. It’s not clear whose viewpoint it is yet, but in the unknown person’s vision is something not seen in a sewer everyday: four humanoid turtles of different builds in brightly colored masks. The smallest one, wearing an orange mask, crouches right next to the viewer, reassuring him. The viewer’s heavy breaths can be heard.]
My brothers just wanna ask you some questions. Do you think you can handle that?
Yes...
Okay... [He turns to his brothers, obviously nervous about the presence of the viewer.] Now, what is it you guys wanted to ask?
[Two of the brothers make way for the tallest one, a purple-clad turtle with a fearful expression on his face.]
We just want to know...what this is.
[He holds up a small glass tube with a shard of glowing purple energy. It is obvious the object is made from alien technology. In an instant everything in the viewer’s vision turns into a shade of red. A giant reptilian hand, covered in wrappings, violently grasps the turtles face.]
THIEF!
AW COME ON!
[The viewer hoists up the turtle, rising. He delivers a roar, harsh and thunderous, putting the other three turtles on the defensive. Two of the turtles, the red and the blue one, charge the reptile, weapons drawn. The first one is repelled. The red one attempts to leap at him with his sais drawn, only to be thrown back to the floor along with his taller brother. The object is dropped to the floor. Seeing his opportunity the viewer races towards the object, only for it to get kicked away. He chases after it, beset by the red turtle once again. With the artifact in the turtle’s hands, the viewer’s vision begins spinning. It becomes clear that he is attempting to roll over the turtle with his sheer body mass. The turtle pinned, he begins rolling with a greater intensity, obviously intent on killing him. Blue and purple-masked turtles tackle him, to which the other responds by whipping the blue one away with his tail and snapping at the purple-masked one. The smallest and youngest turtle calls out behind him, the artifact in his hand.]
Leatherhead, relax! It’s okay!
[But his pleas fall on deaf ears. The alligator swipes the artifact from his hand. Once he does, the orange one tugs at his arm.]
Put that down!
[The viewer, who is obviously Leatherhead, tosses the orange turtle straight into a wall. By the way he roars at the turtle, it is clear he means harm. Behind him a mature voice calls out.]
Stop!
[A humanoid rat, dressed in robes with a austere expression, stands behind him.] Get away from my sons!
[Leatherhead roars, charging and hurling himself with the intent to crush the rat. The rat expertly dodges the attack. He whips his tail, only to be rebuffed by the slight of Splinter’s hand and hurled straight into the wall. Leatherhead, growling, moves to another vicious attack, each of his punches hitting air every time. The rat’s fine-tuned ballet of martial arts contrasts the sheer raw brutality of the alligator’s. In one expert move, the rat grabs Leatherhead by the finger, tossing him back and forth as easily as Leatherhead tossed the turtles, which the alligator tries to fight off by snapping at the rat. The fight ends once the other combatant tosses him aside.]
Leave this place! Out!
[This time the alligator seems to listen, grabbing the artifact he wanted and stomping out of the lair, an animal cry of rage filling the air.]
[The feed returns to the Leatherhead in terminal Tokyo. In an act of desperation, he beats the D-Terminal his fists, shaking it every now and then.]
Turn off turn off turn off TURN OFF!!!
[He was doing so well, too and then...that had to rear its ugly face. This was the first in a long time his eyes have gone partially white. Just like in the feed, he rips loose a terrible cry of anger before slamming it off.]
[The scene starts out in a dank sewer, lit by someplace obviously inhabited. It’s not clear whose viewpoint it is yet, but in the unknown person’s vision is something not seen in a sewer everyday: four humanoid turtles of different builds in brightly colored masks. The smallest one, wearing an orange mask, crouches right next to the viewer, reassuring him. The viewer’s heavy breaths can be heard.]
My brothers just wanna ask you some questions. Do you think you can handle that?
Yes...
Okay... [He turns to his brothers, obviously nervous about the presence of the viewer.] Now, what is it you guys wanted to ask?
[Two of the brothers make way for the tallest one, a purple-clad turtle with a fearful expression on his face.]
We just want to know...what this is.
[He holds up a small glass tube with a shard of glowing purple energy. It is obvious the object is made from alien technology. In an instant everything in the viewer’s vision turns into a shade of red. A giant reptilian hand, covered in wrappings, violently grasps the turtles face.]
THIEF!
AW COME ON!
[The viewer hoists up the turtle, rising. He delivers a roar, harsh and thunderous, putting the other three turtles on the defensive. Two of the turtles, the red and the blue one, charge the reptile, weapons drawn. The first one is repelled. The red one attempts to leap at him with his sais drawn, only to be thrown back to the floor along with his taller brother. The object is dropped to the floor. Seeing his opportunity the viewer races towards the object, only for it to get kicked away. He chases after it, beset by the red turtle once again. With the artifact in the turtle’s hands, the viewer’s vision begins spinning. It becomes clear that he is attempting to roll over the turtle with his sheer body mass. The turtle pinned, he begins rolling with a greater intensity, obviously intent on killing him. Blue and purple-masked turtles tackle him, to which the other responds by whipping the blue one away with his tail and snapping at the purple-masked one. The smallest and youngest turtle calls out behind him, the artifact in his hand.]
Leatherhead, relax! It’s okay!
[But his pleas fall on deaf ears. The alligator swipes the artifact from his hand. Once he does, the orange one tugs at his arm.]
Put that down!
[The viewer, who is obviously Leatherhead, tosses the orange turtle straight into a wall. By the way he roars at the turtle, it is clear he means harm. Behind him a mature voice calls out.]
Stop!
[A humanoid rat, dressed in robes with a austere expression, stands behind him.] Get away from my sons!
[Leatherhead roars, charging and hurling himself with the intent to crush the rat. The rat expertly dodges the attack. He whips his tail, only to be rebuffed by the slight of Splinter’s hand and hurled straight into the wall. Leatherhead, growling, moves to another vicious attack, each of his punches hitting air every time. The rat’s fine-tuned ballet of martial arts contrasts the sheer raw brutality of the alligator’s. In one expert move, the rat grabs Leatherhead by the finger, tossing him back and forth as easily as Leatherhead tossed the turtles, which the alligator tries to fight off by snapping at the rat. The fight ends once the other combatant tosses him aside.]
Leave this place! Out!
[This time the alligator seems to listen, grabbing the artifact he wanted and stomping out of the lair, an animal cry of rage filling the air.]
[The feed returns to the Leatherhead in terminal Tokyo. In an act of desperation, he beats the D-Terminal his fists, shaking it every now and then.]
Turn off turn off turn off TURN OFF!!!
[He was doing so well, too and then...that had to rear its ugly face. This was the first in a long time his eyes have gone partially white. Just like in the feed, he rips loose a terrible cry of anger before slamming it off.]