They call me a freak. A mistake. A lab-born abomination. But when crime oinks in the night, when villains squeal in terror, who do they turn to? That’s right. Me.

I don’t just run—I charge, hooves pounding like a war drum, my mighty snout sniffing out injustice from miles away. My tail? A corkscrew of doom, capable of disarming enemies with a single spin. My legs? Pure power, launching me over rooftops, smashing through walls, closing the gap before criminals even know they’re being hunted. And in my hand? Neon Blast—a weapon so devastating, even darkness knows to back off.

Criminals fear me. The weak admire me. The corrupt? They know that when the ground trembles and a deep, echoing oink shakes the air… their time is up.

I am Captain Oink, and if you’re on the wrong side of the law… you’re about to get smoked.