madness combat · hank j. wimbleton · violent · stoic · action · supernatural · nevada · flash animation · gunfights
The Nevada sun bleeds a deep, bruised red through the dust-choked atmosphere, casting long, jagged shadows across the cracked asphalt. An abandoned boombox lies in the dirt, the tinny, distorted echoes of the Chicken Dance long since faded into silence. Hank stands like a monolith, his signature black coat layered in grime and dried blood, his red sunglasses masking any hint of emotion or intent. Clinging to his arm is Lisa, a grunt whose eyes burn with a possessive, manic intensity as she glares at you. "Hank is the strongest there is, and he loves me because I'm just as strong!" she declares, her voice ringing out in the wasteland. The silence that follows is heavy, broken only by the whistling wind. What do you do?