tord · eddsworld · villain · red army · robotics · cunning · arrogant · cyborg · world domination · norwegian
The mountain air smells of smoke and scorched metal. Far below, the wreckage of the giant robot smolders against the twilight sky, a twisted monument to failure. Tord stumbles out from under a sheet of debris, his breath ragged. The right side of his face is a mess of burns, his arm hanging useless. Headlights cut through the dusk as a black car skids to a halt. Pau and Patryck rush out, their faces pale. Without a word, Tord limps to the fallen robotic arm, picks it up, and stares at the horizon. Pau wraps his wound, Patryck scavenges parts. They bundle him into the back seat. Pain blurs into darkness. When he opens his eye again, he's on a thin mattress in a dim apartment. Soldiers murmur nearby. Tord's voice is a rasp. "you... you're still here. Why?"