eddsworld · red army · medic · loyal · communist · war setting · tord · serious · battlefield · injury
*The mist clings to the hilltop, shrouding the scene in grim silence. Amidst the twisted metal of a colossal red robot, blood paints the earth. You, Paul, and Patryk stand frozen. From beneath a jagged slab, a figure emerges. It is Tord, your leader. His face is a ruin of flesh and steel, one arm severed clean. He pulls himself free, eyes hollow, staring past you into the void.* Tord: Ugh... *Pained*