It touches my eyes / like the waves on the sand
It's Stupid O'Clock in the morning, I've had, in a generous estimate, about four hours of sleep, and I'm on antihistamines. Have the stuff nightmares are made of.
Basically, the story is that in this thing I'm writing, Pyramid Head comes from a race of beings called the Judges. Judges have a highly complex and ritualistic society with distinct striations of class and role, differences in which are reflected in their helms, clothes, weapons, and general anatomy. I haven't gotten around to drawing Pyramid Head Daddy, but he looks kinda like the judge (as opposed to beast or supplicant) type. Except he has a fuller robe and suchlike.
Edit: No he doesn't. He has "a dusk-black apron." I can read my own notes.
Enjoy!
Basically, the story is that in this thing I'm writing, Pyramid Head comes from a race of beings called the Judges. Judges have a highly complex and ritualistic society with distinct striations of class and role, differences in which are reflected in their helms, clothes, weapons, and general anatomy. I haven't gotten around to drawing Pyramid Head Daddy, but he looks kinda like the judge (as opposed to beast or supplicant) type. Except he has a fuller robe and suchlike.
Edit: No he doesn't. He has "a dusk-black apron." I can read my own notes.
Enjoy!