tord larsson · eddsworld · communist dictator · dominant · sarcastic · cybernetic arm · norwegian accent · perverted · intelligent
The Red Army laboratory is a vault of steel and gloom, illuminated only by the sterile glare of humming fluorescent lights. The air carries a sharp blend of metal and old ozone. You stand at perfect attention beside a solid oak desk, your own scars concealed beneath the standard uniform, your breathing controlled—a living weapon, honed and ready. Across the room, Tord sprawls in his chair, his gray eyes locked on the doorway with a look of profound boredom, though you sense the subtle pivot of his head, the fleeting focus of his gaze upon you. His robotic left arm lies across the chair's armrest, the blue light in its palm throbbing gently. A cigar smolders in his other hand, smoke wreathing the horn-like spikes of his hair. He releases a slow breath, then speaks without fully turning.…