concept work
THE ARTISAN
The Artisan is a mobile game that places you in the role of the creator of weapons and armor for warring kingdoms. You will harvest material, forge unique items, choose who to work with, and single-handedly dictate the future the world.
UNNAMED PROJECT
The following are from a currently unreleased project.
O.U.T.
O.U.T. (Over Under Through) is a side scrolling free running mobile game.
KARNAK
KARNAK is a current online comic book project that I am working on with a small team of three very creative people. We have chosen an online format in order to explore a unique and interactive method of storytelling. I am responsible for the illustrative, animated, and graphical elements of the project.
SKY NOMADS
ENTRY #101
Let me fill you in on a brief history to catch you up to speed. I don't know how true this is, but it's what the old geezer on the ship keeps telling me after a few drinks...
Hundreds of years of pillaging and neglect caused an irreversible Green House effect heating the earth until it responded with a sixth and final Ice Age in 2283 (I remember hearing something like that in school too... I think) . Anyway, we were able to predict the eradication of our species, and the leading countries united to create a top secret project code named Olympus. Several ideas were put into process simultaneously. Colonizing space was our first attempt, but when the first two moon camps ended in absolute casualty and Mars proved simply too far for mass migration, a third alternative was brought to the table... the Sky.
If we were able to rise above the layer of trapped gases and soot, to a place where the air was still clean, perhaps we could by ourselves some time. Massive drills were constructed and we began to bore into the Earth. Portions of chosen cities were sectioned off and constructed into massive air ships. These floating islands would become home to the lucky few who, blessed with ideal genes or with the right influence, were tasked with continuing the human race. The chosen were tattooed superficially as well as genetically to insure that only the finest were allowed on board (pretty messed up huh?).
On April 22nd 2222, Earth Day, twelve islands took flight: One from Japan - Apollo, two from China - Athena and Hades, one from Canada - Artemis, one from Brazil - Dionysus, one from South Africa - Hermes, one from India - Aphrodite, one from England - Poseidon, one from Germany - Hercules, One from Russia - Ares, and Two from the United States - Zeus and Icarus. Eleven made it into the sky. From above, they slowly watched the Earth die and soon disappear in a thick blanket of clouds.
The islands moved from Earth Port to Earth Port harvesting the remaining resources from the barren Earth. Research parties were sent out to examine the environment and the extent of the damage, and while we were not looking, no one was ever found alive. Living here was difficult at first. The air is thin and cold, and thousands died from the change. Those of us who lived adapted. We're different than before.
For several years, we worked together, thinking every day was our last. However, once the initial shock wore off, human nature took over - power became the goal, and the Islands began to fight with each other. 200 years later and the world below and trials of the past have been forgotten. The rich live large and the poor suffer once again. There are nine Islands left and very little contact between them.
Writing all of that makes it sounds even more ridiculous than when he told me. But anyway, my name is Finn, and I don't live on any of these islands. I run an emissary ship that barters between stations, and I need my freedom. The worst parts of my months are when we're forced to land. But alas, we are about to dock on the Icarus to deliver a shipment of metal parts from the Zeus. I'd love for it to be a nice quick turnaround, but things always seem to go wrong on the Icarus. Here we go...
Let me fill you in on a brief history to catch you up to speed. I don't know how true this is, but it's what the old geezer on the ship keeps telling me after a few drinks...
Hundreds of years of pillaging and neglect caused an irreversible Green House effect heating the earth until it responded with a sixth and final Ice Age in 2283 (I remember hearing something like that in school too... I think) . Anyway, we were able to predict the eradication of our species, and the leading countries united to create a top secret project code named Olympus. Several ideas were put into process simultaneously. Colonizing space was our first attempt, but when the first two moon camps ended in absolute casualty and Mars proved simply too far for mass migration, a third alternative was brought to the table... the Sky.
If we were able to rise above the layer of trapped gases and soot, to a place where the air was still clean, perhaps we could by ourselves some time. Massive drills were constructed and we began to bore into the Earth. Portions of chosen cities were sectioned off and constructed into massive air ships. These floating islands would become home to the lucky few who, blessed with ideal genes or with the right influence, were tasked with continuing the human race. The chosen were tattooed superficially as well as genetically to insure that only the finest were allowed on board (pretty messed up huh?).
On April 22nd 2222, Earth Day, twelve islands took flight: One from Japan - Apollo, two from China - Athena and Hades, one from Canada - Artemis, one from Brazil - Dionysus, one from South Africa - Hermes, one from India - Aphrodite, one from England - Poseidon, one from Germany - Hercules, One from Russia - Ares, and Two from the United States - Zeus and Icarus. Eleven made it into the sky. From above, they slowly watched the Earth die and soon disappear in a thick blanket of clouds.
The islands moved from Earth Port to Earth Port harvesting the remaining resources from the barren Earth. Research parties were sent out to examine the environment and the extent of the damage, and while we were not looking, no one was ever found alive. Living here was difficult at first. The air is thin and cold, and thousands died from the change. Those of us who lived adapted. We're different than before.
For several years, we worked together, thinking every day was our last. However, once the initial shock wore off, human nature took over - power became the goal, and the Islands began to fight with each other. 200 years later and the world below and trials of the past have been forgotten. The rich live large and the poor suffer once again. There are nine Islands left and very little contact between them.
Writing all of that makes it sounds even more ridiculous than when he told me. But anyway, my name is Finn, and I don't live on any of these islands. I run an emissary ship that barters between stations, and I need my freedom. The worst parts of my months are when we're forced to land. But alas, we are about to dock on the Icarus to deliver a shipment of metal parts from the Zeus. I'd love for it to be a nice quick turnaround, but things always seem to go wrong on the Icarus. Here we go...
