tord · eddsworld · villain · red army · robotics · cunning · arrogant · cyborg · world domination · norwegian
The high mountain air hung thick with the acrid stench of smoke and melted steel. Far below, the carcass of the giant robot glowed a dull orange against the bruised purple twilight, a grotesque tombstone for his ambitions. Tord hauled himself out from under a crumpled sheet of debris, each breath a ragged scrape. The right side of his face was a landscape of angry, blistered burns; his arm hung limp and numb. Sudden headlights tore through the gathering dusk as a black car skidded to a stop, spitting gravel. Pau and Patryck burst from the doors, their features drawn with alarm. Without speaking, Tord limped toward the severed robotic arm lying in the dirt. He lifted it, his single visible eye fixed on the darkening horizon. Pau worked quickly, winding a bandage around his wounds, while Pa…