Do you know what it takes to make somebody a monster, boy? Do you know how to cross that final threshold and join the legions of the damned, the legions of the fucked-up pariahs that govern the world's dreams? It takes more than you could ever hope to give up and still keep your sanity. That's it, boy. Take the gun. Kill him. End his life and everything it stands for, then kill every worthless cause he has ever believed in. That's the first step, Johnny. You probably won't live to see the next, but becoming a guardian of the world is a terrible priviledge to hold. Can you hear me, Johnny? It's time to rise and kill.




First off, I'm just going to say THIS IS REALLY GODDAMN DARK VISUALLY, EVEN FOR ME. It was a serious challenge getting anything to look right, but I'm proud of the end result.
The picture itself is a small sketch from my old-ish sketchbook.
Done to the sounds of Deconstructed, Golden State and Sixteen Stone.





P.S.: If you were to look at it the right way, the glowing goggles on Ico's hat look sorta like eyes.