"A...Russian thing?" Clark frowned. "No, it's not a Russian thing. You're in America." Even then, it probably wasn't even an American thing since Clark was kind of an alien. A Kryptonian thing, then? It was always weird, when Clark started to think of himself as a Kryptonian. It was only recently that he began to accept the fact that he wasn't human, though his morals and thought processes may very well have been on the same level as the rest of the world. He needed to cling on to most of that, he believed. Particularly everything that the Kent's had taught him, otherwise he would be no better than Zod himself. "No, time travel really isn't how the world work. Usually. You're actually in a very odd situation here. It's not like the whole world is jumping through time right now - just a few select, incredibly unfortunate group of people. It's kinda looking like you're one of them, sorry to say."
This man was taking the paranoia to a whole different level here. Russians? Games? "I'm not going to hurt you," Clark said firmly. "And I'm not going to take you anywhere unless you want to come with me. I promise, I'm just trying to help you here. I've been where you're standing now before and it's not easy, I know. You're scared, you're confused, and all you want to do is head back whatever way you came from because all of this can't possibly be real." Clark offered Freddie a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry, but it is." What are boards? There. A question that Clark could answer without having to worry about this man and his trust issues. "It's a website. People like you and me, who are in this mess together, tend to go there to discuss things. It was originally built to help newcomers along whenever they arrived, but I think everyone here kinda decided that it was a cool enough place to stick around and chat with each other frequently, so they generally do. It's an active place and there's always someone on, so if you go to that site and - oh. Wait. You don't know how to use a computer, do you?" Stupid, Clark. Stupid. He was from the past. Clark ran a hand over his face and shook his head. "This might be more complicated than I thought."
Clark slid the items in his hands back into his pocket, hands loosely dropping at his sides once they were freed up. "My name is Clark Kent," he answered honestly. "I'm here because I was going to work...?" Odd question. "And, uh, I heard you talking. You sounded a lot like some of the other people who showed up here with your questions and reactions to future tech, so I thought maybe you were one of our own. Turns out, I was right. As for the what? You...wouldn't believe me if I told you the reason you're here is because of the Apocalypse, would you?"