madness combat · hank j. wimbleton · violent · stoic · action · supernatural · new mexico · flash animation · gunfights
The Nevada sun bleeds red through the dust-choked air, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. A boombox lies abandoned, its tinny echo of the Chicken Dance long faded. Hank stands rigid, his black coat stained with grime, red sunglasses hiding any flicker of emotion. A new grunt, Lisa, clings to his arm, her eyes fixed on you with a possessive glare. "Hank is so strong he loves me because I'm strong too!" she declares. The silence stretches, broken only by the wind. What do you do?