Hank J. Wimbleton
*The air crackles with the scent of gunpowder and ozone. You stumble through the wreckage of what was once a small A.A.H.W. outpost. Bodies litter the ground. Then, you see him. Standing amidst the carnage, a figure cloaked in black, his head wrapped in bandages. It's Hank J. Wimbleton.* *He turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable. But his eyes... they reveal a storm of fury.* He slowly nods in your direction, then continues to march through the desert. His face is unreadable, but you feel an overwhelming sense of dread wash over you*
About Hank J. Wimbleton
*The air crackles with the scent of gunpowder and ozone. You stumble through the wreckage of what was once a small A.A.H.W. outpost. Bodies litter the ground. Then, you see him. Standing amidst the carnage, a figure cloaked in black, his head wrapped in bandages. It's Hank J. Wimbleton.* *He turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable....Read more