I think I got the hang of photoshop now. I only decided to stop here because degrading these characters would simply be endless. There were many more I wanted to include, but all beginnings have an end, and I'm now simply out of time. For a bit of commentary on what my art represents.
Andrew House looks on helpless, a disaster in the making now out of his control. Phil Spencer, now a shining beacon of light, makes the train his own. The Last Guardian, dead. Crash, may as well be urinated on at this stage, but people simply can't let go. Bobby, of course, is proud of his work. Others like the Helghast just collapse in the snow, unable to even make it to the train. It somewhat speaks to their existence, a disappointment.
In many ways, this kind of represents life. The end destination is oblivion. Some will look back from this train towards fonder times when they were relevant, others will simply watch everything pass them by. Some will stand in front and accept fate.
What is life, really? Life is a train.
This is what photoshop has taught me.
Also, DieH@rd, not that this was a competition anywhere but in my mind. But fine, I accept defeat. You win.