From the mist of the heart of Man comes the bastard Judge of Hades. Surreal and impossible, dead and immortal are the traits of this solidification of Guilt and Punishment, thriving off the baser instincts that drive the supposed mighty to the level of inferior animals. The Knife pulls asunder what the sane have all wasted their strength upon, rendering the visible and psychological as an intertwined mess of exposure and madness. Clear conscience is the only shade it cannot see, and only such will protect the perpetually unprepared. Reviled souls beware, as no target escapes its reach and fewer still return home with sound mind.

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Something in colour! Gasp!

A quick sketch made during my lunch break one day, and made into something... refined, I guess. It's here because Pyramid Head kicks ass. He's a complete jerk; pushing people off buildings, molesting random psychotic monsters, making wierd noises, shambling, and, according to Christophe Gans, he wears no undies. Pyramid Head has no shame.

But he rules. And he knows it, laughing maniacally at the incredible fanbase he has managed to create by simply wearing a gigantic triangle on his head and being a total ass. Congrats, Pyramid Head. His response: "Iym so ausm!"

There were mists in the background, but my scanner is such a piece of shit, it didn't pick it up. Or it did, but it came in so bad, that I erased it in The Gimp. Hence, the colour is not as pure as in the original.

All of the above was not made to dis Pyramid Head, it's just my way of saying "I'm a hopeless, drivelling fan unto your ausm-ness." Pyramid Head's reponse: "Kyss mye ryng."