Okay, Pyramidhead loses a bit of something in Lego form. The rank, fetid flesh, clammy with the condensation of a thousand hellish boilers. His penchant for making sweet, rapey love to tormented women with their flesh sewn inside out.

What raises his plastic homunculus to excellence is the blurry, saturated Silent Hill quality of the photo. Or maybe it's less art than cheapness and incompetence. Whatever. Florian Eckhardt

Pyramid Head in Legos [Gay Gamer]

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