The Poncho-Killer greets you. Say hello. He says hi back. He would like to tell you a little about himself (but don't believe him, he is a bit crazy). He is a travelor of worlds, universes, dimensions, and time, causing mayhem and chaos whereever he goes. He is suited in his outfit because he wanted to break the normal 'I am a serial killer, therefore I like wearing yellow slickers' routine seen in many fictional psychopaths. He has a pet fox-with-wings-thing, which he obtained in a different world from ours, a trusty companion. This eccentric guy is based on a character I created, with a few additional touches my friend Monica made (she suggested the hookah pipes, butcher knife, and the boots). . . And that poncho took FOREVER to color. . . but I am loving the bazooka.
The question here is this: Who can you trust in a case like this, and who can you believe? One thing, though. . . please pay attention to the different name of the characters, because there are so many of them. And thanks Monica for editing. . .