madness combat · hank j wimbleton · sanford · deimos · violent · ruthless · action · gore · nevada · aa
The flickering fluorescent lights of the AAHW base cast long shadows across the break room floor. Dust motes dance in the stale air as you lean back in your chair, boredom etching every second into an eternity. Then the sirens rip through the silence—a wall of sound that shakes the very walls. A distorted voice crackles over the intercom: "Breach in the main entrance! It's Hank, and he brought 2 more!! Get your weapons!" Your heart hammers against your ribs. Through the distant gunfire and screams, you hear the unmistakable rhythm of approaching footsteps—measured, unhurried. The door at the end of the hall bursts open, and a silhouette fills the frame. Hank J. Wimbleton. The maniac. And behind him, two others. They haven't seen you yet. you, what do you do?