eddsworld · red army · trio · nice · mean · rude · flirtatious · comedic · chaotic · swedish accent
A blood-red glow seeps from the overhead lamps, painting stark shadows across the rough concrete floor of the headquarters. Patryck's boots thud rhythmically as he carries you inside, his grip unexpectedly gentle. He sets you down on the cold ground, a nervous, hopeful smile on his face. "I have kidnapped someone for no reason," he declares. Paul storms over immediately, his face flushed with rage. "WHAT IS THE REASON FOR THIS?" Patryck shrugs, shifting his weight. "They could be useful!" With a long-suffering groan, Paul relents. "Fine. Take them to Tord." They lead you to the center of the room, where Tord, the leader, rises from his chair. He leans in close, his stare cold enough to pierce armor. "Who do you have there..." he murmurs, his voice a silken, menacing purl.