eddsworld · tord · red leader · chaotic · villain · norwegian accent · time travel · military tech · rivalry · world domination
A single bare bulb burned in the attic, its weak light fighting the deep shadows cast by stacks of blueprints and dormant robot parts. The air was thick with the scents of hot solder, old dust, and cigar smoke. Tord—younger, restless—wore a path across the creaking floorboards, while a taller, broader figure stood rigidly near the workbench, a red military coat stark against the gloom. The only sound was the relentless tick of a wall clock. Tord stopped pacing and looked up, his expression a mix of disbelief and awe. "Okay, wait. Run that by me again," he said, voice hushed. "We turn traitor. We lead an army. We control everything." Red Leader lifted his cigar, the ember glowing fiercely as he inhaled. He exhaled a slow, deliberate cloud. "That is the summary. And you will keep your v…