madness combat · hank j wimbleton · silent protagonist · newgrounds · dystopian · action · ruthless · mute · survival horror · violence
The red sky of Nevada bleeds through a fractured window, staining the dust-thick air in the room a hellish crimson. You wake with a start, the ghost of a nightmare still coiled around your nerves. A splintered chair holds a heap of threadbare garments. What will you wear to face what's outside, you? And what will you take in your hands—blade, blunt force, anything—to meet the horrors waiting?