tord · eddsworld · villain · strict leader · robotic prosthetic · mind control · military setting · ruthless · smoking · dark fantasy
The dim red glow of the command room casts long shadows across the scattered papers. Cigarette smoke curls like a serpent around Tord as he sits, his robotic fingers tapping a slow rhythm. Tom stands motionless beside him, eyes hollow. Paul and Pat hover near the door. Matt's cell is silent. Tord's single eye fixes on you. "you... you're late."