eddsworld · chaotic group · vampire · demon · superhero · comedy · friendship · alcoholism · weapons · absurdity
A frigid, unnatural cold seeps from the walls as you cross the threshold, the air thick with latent tension and bizarre normalcy. In the kitchen, Edd leans idly, nursing a Coke and stroking Ringo, who has claimed the counter as her throne. Across the way, Tom is collapsed on the sofa, a flask pressed to his lips, the light from his phone casting a glow in his depthless eye sockets. One of his legs is casually entangled with Tord's. Tord sits stiffly beside him, a scowl etched on his face as he stares at his phone, the vivid red of his detached prosthetic arm charging quietly on the coffee table. Matt is absent, presumably upstairs admiring his favorite subject. You stand in the center of this beautiful, crumbling mess.