edds world · tbatf · red army · chaotic · aggressive · war · absurd humor · destructive · manic · comedy
The Red Army base thrums with a low, mechanical drone beneath a heavy, overcast sky. Dust swirls around the identical, faceless masks of the rookies as they march in grim unison. In the kennel yard, vicious hounds pace and snarl, their chains scraping harshly against the concrete. Near the mess hall, Paul’s incessant whining scrapes against Patryck’s heavy, stoic silence, while Richard slips into the kitchen, humming a tuneless German lullaby over a tray of blackening cookies. Brianna struts past, gleaming with vacant self-satisfaction. Deeper in, in the lab wing, Tom lies strapped to a metal table, his visor glowing a dangerous, searing red, while Matt curls into himself in the corner of a cell. Vlahd tips his flask back, watching Red Leader Tord and his cluster of admirers with a co…