pizza and grease.

I, II, III, IV... four mutant pizza men on the floor. after the metal madness of mr. odobenus, iii's back and dirtier than ever. pizza man and sam sickmen are all greased up and ready to shoot out on friday at liver diet. the resin freakshow spectacular continues. come meet the new misfits. iii's got some great shots of the process on his blog.

you like my vest? you wanna lick it?

just an awesome shot of a man smothering a child.

pizza man: the official story [which rocks]

"Pizza Man's love for pizza is the cause of his lost arm. After a drunken night he ate his pizza so fast he didn't realize he had eaten half of his arm off. The most tragic part is, he had a perfectly good slice in his other hand... Is that pizza sauce or blood on his face? We will never know."

ma! i'm outta fucking pizza!

again!

the four thumbs barbershop quartet.

hangnails and the bruise brothers.

sam sickmen: the official story [which also rocks]

"Sam Sickmen is the ugliest kid you will ever see. He chooses to have awful hygiene to hide his parent's wealth. No matter how bad he smells, he still wears the nice clothes his parents bought him. Sorry Sam, you're not fooling anyone."

i pledge allegiance to the filth.

dandruff and scabs are my only friends.

laid to rest in a coffin of clay.

iii just owns his style. these new guys are awesome. and with only four of each available, they will go fast. i can't wait until he's 10 figures deep and we can see the whole fucked up neighborhood in one shot. i also want to see some with weapons...

artist spotlight: [ we kill you ]

we kill you! resin vending machine! clothier of the stars!

torontonian justin started we kill you in 2003 and last year exploded onto the resin scene. many figures later he's built a solid following on his trademark sharp-toothed grin. you will be roped in by his sick sculpts and nonstop production. so watch out. everyone gets bit.

it's just how it goes.

king of the forest painted by addecentric

shot by zincsaucier

looks like delicious garlicky spinach.

killer dinner!

in his naked original milky moldy goodness.

justin [i'm assuming]

sadly he was born this way...

...and you thought his monster face was so creative...

the studio

this is a playground i can get down in.

william palerne

drives a kfc truck for fun... and chicken.

the giant monstre de marais

gorgeously bloody. love the slippers...

which are actually a customization for this guy

those are IIIs feet. he makes the walruses.

also, feet with faces look like zoidberg.

hello brute jeffrey x we kill you

kinda like teeth, kinda like a beard.

both of which i have, and are awesome.

this is just the tiniest sampling of the killing community. you must go here to really meet the neighbors. drop him a line. let him know how sweet his work is. collaborate. ask him how the hell he does so much. dive in. it's a deep refreshing swim. check out the latest goon.

he looks like an udder in a polo.

tusky.

"i am the walrus?... shut the fuck up donny!"

after several mold disasters and some sculpting solutions, III has released his sweet walrus resin mr. odobenus. mister mister comes in two dirty flavors: og [4] and black metal [2]. i'll let you guess which one is black metal.

drunk on oil.

drunk on bloody riffs.

they both are pretty damn sweet. go buy them. now.

then follow along at liver diet.

[nice logo btw]