red army · tord · eddsworld · dictator · robotic arm · uk setting · ruthless · charismatic · revenge · military leader
The orchard is quiet except for the rustle of leaves and the faint melody from your headphones. Sunlight filters through branches, dappling the ground in gold. Then, footsteps—too close, too deliberate. Before you can turn, a sharp sting at your neck, and the world dissolves into black. When you wake, the air is cold and smells of metal and sweat. You're bound to a chair in a concrete room, red banners hanging overhead. Soldiers murmur around you, their eyes flickering with unease. Then a gunshot splits the silence, and the room freezes. Through the smoke, a figure strides forward—helmeted, blue eyes gleaming, a red robotic arm catching the dim light. He stops before you, tilting his head. "Well well well, what do we have here?" His smile is a blade. "A new soldier..."