Retelling the Video

Fighter 4

Wonho's Point of View

I took one look at the plans on the wall and resumed forging the machine. It was the role I played; I knew my friends were all doing other things that would be needed later. I had to finish this quickly, or nothing would go right.

I lifted the piece I was working on from the fire I had going in a metal barrel. I was sweating buckets under my apron and I had taken my shirt off a while ago, though I left my apron and goggles on, when it got completely drenched after a few minutes of working. I hammered on the red-hot metal, flattening the arms of the metal x I had gripped in the tongs. When it was thin enough, I set it on a side table and started on another one.

I finished the second one more quickly now that I had already made one. I set it aside with the other and rolled out plans for another machine, taking some notes before sitting in a chair and resting. I remembered things better when I wrote them down.

I looked over to the other two machines I had finished earlier. I pushed the one with all the switches and levers, the operating system for the main machine I assumed, to the right side of the place where the main machine was slowly taking form. I pushed the other machine to the left side. It looked like a vegetable juicer, but I knew blue flowers would go in there, and the juice from the flowers would go into a funnel in the main machine as a source of power.

I had the main machine frame covered in plastic while I forged the other pieces. I quickly forged the rest of the pieces I would need to finish it and set them on the side table to cool. I pulled the plastic away from the machine frame. I started with all the wiring it would need to work. It would definitely be confusing to anyone else and very difficult to describe, which was why I felt very sorry for anyone who had to write about me doing my work.

Once all the wires were connected inside the machine, I took the other pieces of metal I had forged earlier and fixed them to the metal frame. I screwed the glass screen into the screen frame and hooked up the light board behind it that would make the game play. I hooked the operating system up to the machine and a blue light quickly flashed across the screen. I smiled as a door in the back opened up.

I had put out the fire and taken my apron off earlier, so I wiped all the excess sweat off my skin and put on a white tank top with some black words on it and a black and white jacket over that, which I zipped up to my throat. I jogged over to the door and found three guys wheeling their bikes into the workshop and leaning them against the wall. One guy grabbed a pink light up teddy bear from the basket of his bike, holding it tightly to his chest, and another with pink hair grabbed a load of blue flowers from his basket.

My friends had done what they needed to and gotten here. I smiled and led them to the place where the arcade machine was.