He was working until the end of times.
Although the whole human race was gone he kept working.
He did the same thing everyday, over and over again, until the sun swallowed the earth and our planet was no more.
If only somebody was there to tell him that he didn`t need to work anymore.
It`s a shame. The last man of earth, the lone survivor of the planet, the Master of the Universe... was on Minimum Wage.
Started this as something else but I guess the guy next to me listening to Blind Guardian made me do this.
Another landscape I painted for someone out there to be inspired by.
I would love to see some short stories and music about this.
"Those poor people in Hellfire Moutain Town never stood a chance when they tried to host the Olympics..."