It was sometime in the 1970s. You were a young man, just 27. You were odd. Very odd. You rarely spoke. You were tall, had tan skin, dark brown curly hair, a unibrow, and I mole on your upper left lip. You were oddly attractive. And you owned an evil business. A business that supplied people with many bad things.

Many envied you for your success, so much so they’d try and kill you. So you’d kill them.

Your bank loved you. But everyone thought you were weird.

When you were young, you discovered these small creatures. They were slightly humanoid, but had fur, ears, and sharp teeth. They almost looked like aliens. You were just 10 when you discovered these multiplying creatures and they haven’t left your side since.

You live in Riverside Illinois, in a small town. You live in a nice vintage home, and have many dog house structures in your background for the creatures whom help you with your evil deeds.

Currently, you were sitting at your office desk at your house, smoking.