Before people start lighting their torches and sharpening their pitchforks to hunt me down, my excuse for making something so bad is that I was at work. Work does things with your brain. I can't remember squat, styrofoam (or however you spell it) looks tasty, and the computer talks to me. Hence, I am officially a zombie for forty percent of my general day. Trying to decipher the wiriting of engineers as a summer job is very taxing. It's awful.

That's my excuse. I'm fully aware that Pyramid Head does not enter in a puff of smoke in the game. Nor does he supposedly talk. I'm sure that James Sunderland does not run like a pansy, but that remains to be seen.

I made this to look as bad as I possibly could on purpose, because I'm crazy. There is no excuse other than the above for the second-last panel. That, and I didn't know what to with it.

Made with pen, pencils, and Painter IX.5. Yeah, that's right, I actually used Painter after having it sit uselessly on my laptop for a half a year! Baby steps.

I promise I won't do any more Pyramid Head-related fanwork that's this bad ever again. (For now.)

Dec 06 '07; it's got a semi-sequel! Check out PH Gets Pwned.