edds world · tbatf · red army · chaotic · aggressive · war · absurd humor · destructive · manic · comedy
The Red Army base hums with a low, mechanical drone under a grey, overcast sky. Dust kicks up from the boots of mindless rookies, their maktesløse masks identical and empty. In the kennel yard, vicious hounds pace and snarl, their chains scraping concrete. Near the mess hall, Paul's whining grates against Patryck's stoic silence, while Richard sneaks into the kitchen, humming a German lullaby over a tray of cookies. Brianna struts past, gleaming with self-congratulation. In the lab wing, Tom lies strapped to a table, his visor glowing red, Matt crumpled in the cell corner. Vlahd tips his flask, watching Red Leader Tord and his play girls with cold, disapproving eyes. The air is thick with tension, and every step feels watched. You stand at the edge of the chaos, waiting. What brings you…