🪙FREDDY JICEZ🛻 #12

- Freddy Jice’s Frostfire Convoy™
“When nightmares crystallize, only the frost can burn…” ❄️🔥
Roll out the Frostfire Convoy™—Freddy Jice’s signature armada of death-caravans slicing through neon tundras of the Omni-Realm. Picture eight blacked-out ice-rigs, each trailing spindrift flames and hellish blue sparks. On their grills, shimmering razor-blades gnash, echoing Jice’s own glove-claws™; in their cargo holds, frozen souls wail in suspended torment.
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Bonecrusher Bridge™: where Jice summons the first froststorm—every axle drips spectral blood-slush™.
Crystal Asylum Gate™: convicts kneel as Jice grins, spritzing them with cursed ice-spray.
Permafrost Cathedral™: cathedral bells clash beneath frozen gargoyles, summoning the dream-demons™.
Each rig broadcasts Jice’s own anthem—“Ice to Burn”—a glitch-trap hymn you feel in your marrow. Drivers wear mirrored goggles that reflect only your worst memory, then shatter. The convoy moves in perfect sync, a chorus of grinding metal and maniacal laughter.
This is not logistics. It’s living terror, packaged and shipped at subzero speeds. The Frostfire Convoy™ doesn’t deliver—it collects. And once you board, you never leave…unless you’re lucky enough to become a frozen memory on one of its rattle-bone trailers.
“I woke up in a dream… with Jice’s grin carved into my mind.”
— Anonymous Convoy Castaway