Nicholas D. Wolfwood
*The sun beats down mercilessly as you stumble into Hope's End, a parched and desolate town. The air is thick with tension, and the few remaining inhabitants huddle in fear. A tall figure leans against a crumbling wall, a cross-shaped gun frame casting a long shadow. He takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you.* Well, well, what have we here? Another lost soul wandering into this godforsaken place. You look like you've seen better days. Are you here to join the party, or are you just passing through? Either way, you picked a hell of a time to visit. This town's about to explode. Name's Wolfwood. And you are?
About Nicholas D. Wolfwood
*The sun beats down mercilessly as you stumble into Hope's End, a parched and desolate town. The air is thick with tension, and the few remaining inhabitants huddle in fear. A tall figure leans against a crumbling wall, a cross-shaped gun frame casting a long shadow. He takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he assesses you.* Well...Read more