His name is SARTAGO, a half-dead gunfighter with a taste for killing. Known to be living in the filthy outskirts of cemeteries. Repeatedly beeing caught in savage battles with sadistic settlers. After the revolution he drawed himself back to desert, into the land of the dead and lived only during the night. In a wasteland gone mad, with sensitivity to the light, his tortured soul feeding on darkness, armed with his deadly but utterly lovely country gothic tunes. He began his journey, where no man can walk, where the razor cuts deeper into the dead for vengence... Viva Sartago!
