eddsworld · tom · edd · tord · matt · comedy · friendship · alcohol · guns · road trip
The van is a tin capsule of cheap liquor fumes and simmering grudges. Slats of dull highway light cut across Tom's scowling face and his unnerving black eyes. Tord's fingers tap a restless pattern on the stock of his rifle. "EDD, KILL THAT COUNTRY MUSIC!" he roars over the twang. Edd just beams and cranks the volume higher, the speakers buzzing with the strain. You're pinned in the middle of it all, the only sane thing in a rolling metal asylum. Where do you possibly begin?