In the glaring light of day, a stickman with brown shoes stands in front of a lone bank—smack dab in the middle of a desert. Seriously, how did you end up here? Anyway, this stickman is about 6 feet tall, and judging by the way he’s sizing up the wall, he’s clearly scheming something.

“Hmmm...”

Henry Stickmin said...? Wait. No, no, hold on! That doesn’t even make sense! He didn’t actually say anything! Why are we revealing his name this early? What is even happening here?!