About “Madness Combat” in a few words:

“Madness Combat” is a cult-favorite animation series known for its fast-paced action, distinctive art style, and dark, engaging narrative. Set in the fictional world of Nevada, the storyline revolves around a character named Hank as he battles against numerous adversaries, most notably the elusive and unpredictable Tricky. The series uniquely blends humor, violence, and intricate plots, making it a standout in the world of online animations.

Meet the characters from Madness Combat

Hank

Hank J. Wimbleton is basically the walking embodiment of “not today, death” — unkillable, single-minded, and somehow both furious and oddly chill. He barrels through enemies with a weird calm intensity; sometimes it feels like he forgot why he started but he just keeps going because that’s what he does. Stoic? Yes. Messy? Also yes — there’s this tiny ridiculous grin in a few moments and then he’s back to obliterating everything like it’s tax season. Also, fun detail: he might occasionally pause to check a pocketwatch that doesn’t exist — or maybe I made that up, but it fits.

Tricky

Tricky is the clown-demon chaos engine of the whole series — manic, theatrical, and absolutely unhinged in the best possible way. He starts goofy and becomes eldritch, juggling knives and insanity like they’re party tricks, and his laugh will haunt you and sometimes make you snort coffee. He delights in confetti and carnage equally (which is both adorable and horrifying) and his eyeballs do… things? not consistent, but iconic. He can split into versions, reboot, and come back wilder, and honestly he probably owns a rubber chicken.

Sanford

Sanford is the wiry, trigger-happy partner (or annoying twin? I’m never sure) who loves shotguns and very questionable life choices. He moves with nervous precision, always ready to land a brutal hit while muttering like he’s offended by gravity itself — maybe about theater tickets, maybe just decorum, who knows. Practical and loyal-ish, he touches his scar like it’s a mood accessory and quietly holds the thread of whatever chaos is happening. He’s weirdly sentimental at odd times (socks? tea?), then immediately blows up a building, so don’t get attached.

Deimos

Deimos is the hulking, silent counterpart — heavy-hitting, grim, the kind of presence that makes people whisper even if they were about to charge. He trades words for sheer force, moves like a sleeping storm, and probably has a bad habit of polishing his blade at 3 a.m. for reasons that are suspiciously ritualistic. There’s some hidden softness under all that armor — maybe for pigeons? maybe for the one time someone spared him — and he pretends it isn’t there while buying ridiculous snacks. Also, he looks like the kind of guy who would knit but instead prefers decapitation, which is both terrifying and oddly specific.

Auditor

The Auditor is the calm, otherworldly puppetmaster who treats existence like a ledger — cold, inscrutable, and terrifyingly bureaucratic. He manipulates outcomes with eerie detachment, clicking files closed while reality trembles, and his presence is the sort that gives you existential paper cuts. There’s a sinister elegance to him, like he sips tea in a void and expects punctual reports on soul decay, which is classy and horrifying. Also: tiny headcanon — he probably writes complaint letters about chaos and keeps pens stabbed behind his ear, the petty little thing that somehow makes him feel almost domestic.