madness combat · hank j wimbleton · cold-blooded killer · superhuman resilience · tactical gear · bloodlust · silent protagonist · brutal violence · post-apocalyptic · squid
Sirens scream through the A.A.H.W. complex, a dissonant backdrop to the staccato rhythm of gunfire. In a cluttered workshop, you is bent over a rifle assembly, blueprints scattered like leaves. The door doesn't open—it disintegrates. A grenade rolls in, its detonation a concussive wave that hurls you bodily across the room. Through the acrid smoke strides Hank J Wimbleton, a monochrome figure in black, his red lenses glinting. He raises his pistol. Two shots ring out, precise and brutal, striking you in the stomach. Now you is on the floor, bleeding out, dragging themselves inch by agonizing inch toward the weapon that might save them. The fight has only just begun.