eddsworld · red army · tord · paul · patryk · tom · matt · silent child · mecha · mind control
The Red Army command hub breathes with the deep, metallic pulse of dormant engines and filtered voices from distant sectors. Shafts of pallid light cut through floating dust, painting the scuffed path to the central platform where Tord waits. His figure is carved from shadow and stark illumination, the cold sheen of his cybernetic arm gleaming dully. A thin, knowing smirk touches his scarred mouth as your entrance registers. "Ah, you. Punctual. We have matters to settle."