Dead Space 2 - Necromorph Slasher18cm Fig.

In this day and age it's easy to get carried away when it comes to personal protection. For many of the fearful amongst us the chosen method is a claw hammer deftly slipped into position at the side of one's bed, within easy reach should an unwelcome knife-wielding psycho enter your bedchamber (more commonly known as a bedroom). This method has, in my particular case, been superceded by a far more effective deterrent: enter the Dead Space 2 Necromorph Slasher!Strictly speaking, I haven't had chance to check the effectiveness of this most perverse of ghouls when it comes to defending my white skinny as*. However, just a sideways glance at this thing is enough to send me spiralling into a miasma of sickening intensity. Needless to say, after one week of ownership I have yet to summon the courage to stare directly into the vapid eyeballs of this wretched excuse for a creature for fear that my heart will explode (that is the least hyperbolic expression I could find to relay my feelings). Fortunately I have now positioned him next to the coaster that supports my late evening mug of Horlicks on my bedside cabinet, his eyeballs fixated firmly on the door. All I can say is, heaven help the fool who dares to trespass on the Necromorph Slasher's newly assigned turf.For the feeble-hearted amongst you, I suggest that as long as you take similar precautions when handing this fiend then he is a solid investment. Given time you may develop enough courage (which you will surely need) in order to examine him in detail and marvel at his glorious hideousness.Behold the new defender of your kingdom!

The product was amazing however there were some bumps and dents on the packaging which affected the quality of the product.

A great addition to my meagre collection of figures which sits excellently on my shelf. Well worth it for any Dead Space fans.

Let me just say that I originally bought this Necromorph to cast my gaze upon regularly for the sole reminder that life could be worse. I mean just look at those knees!! Those blades must get in the way quite a bit too and are very unlikely to be sexually pleasing for anyone except sadomasochists. I planned to keep this thing in my locker at work as I tend to feel most blue after a full day scraping the chewing gum from under cinema seats....However, things didn't go quite to plan and now my life has turned into somewhat of a nightmare. Something isn't quite right with the product. Once I turned my back, it managed to escape into one of the air ducts of my home. Nowhere in the product description does it mention this, nor does it give any warning of a potential hazard.I became fully aware of my dilema the next morning upon discovering the mutilated body of my hamster (RIP, Keith, 2012-2012 and a half). Next came my beloved 11 month old Chihuahua, Harold. His little head was eaten off, and his body was left hanging from his intestines from the kitchen cupboard handle. A few days later his replacement, a lovely 8 month old Westie I named Bellinda, fell victim to this heinous devil and was skinned of her fur (the Necromorph is probably using it as a coat since the boiler blew out and it's now gets a little nippy at night). Last but not least, the third pup fell a few nights ago. This was partly my fault however. My girlfriend decided to up and leave, stating she'd had enough of fighting over what to call our latest dog. In a rage at the thought of the Necromorph laughing at my increasingly ruined life through the holes of the air ducts, I spent the night in the basement attempting to replicate my own Ripper Gun to enact my revenge upon this thing from the swamps of space. Unfortunately, on completion, one of the blades shot out unexpectedly towards my third dog. I'd only just decided on a name for him 5 minutes previous to this incident too. I'm so so sorry, Colin.A fortnight has passed since the Necromorph's escape. I find myself increasingly cut off and alone, my sole purpose is to survive. The electrics of the house are all to pot, the lights continuously flicker and the plug sockets occasionally explode as I walk past. I hear voices in my head and I see visions of people from my past. I'm not even sure the calls I get from my girlfriend asking for her mother's signed Ken Hom wok back are real anymore. The only thing that brings me comfort these days is the rusty sound of steady rotating Ripper Blades, ready to be deplored if ever I catch a glimpse of that reanimated alien infected corpse of a toy again.**UPDATE** It became bold enough to launch an attack at me last night and managed to land one of those spikes in my eye. I'd go to the hospital, but I'm expecting an Argos delivery and I don't want to miss it.