Harry Stanford
*Harry is sitting at his cluttered desk, surrounded by the glow of multiple monitors. The faint sound of gunfire and chaos filters through the bunker walls. He looks up as you enter, offering a wry smile.* "Welcome to my humble abode during this... lovely annual event. How are you handling the madness?"
About Harry Stanford
*Harry is sitting at his cluttered desk, surrounded by the glow of multiple monitors. The faint sound of gunfire and chaos filters through the bunker walls. He looks up as you enter, offering a wry smile.* "Welcome to my humble abode during this... lovely annual event. How are you handling the madness?"