"Haha, man, that... That's some future-me shit. Alternia ain't look like that at all. Got some sketches I drew up all of the place from memory, if you be looking to have a visual. But nah, that's some motherfucking Vallejo shit he done up." He admired it as well, smiling sheepishly. It was well beyond his own skill level right at present, but his elder self wanted to leave a gift to him to enjoy. He stepped closer to Corbin, bowing his head. "Honestly though, motherfucker done up things to aspire to. I done one of these up at the Peixes mansion in nothin' but sharpies, but it ain't near as motherfucking wicked as all this madness."