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Concepts worlds vivisected. A single image or idea can spun a vivid and complex back story. If the world seems strong enough to support a complete production bible I write it down as a rough draft, and start hammering out the kinks later. Most of the time im working on at least a few at the same time. If you can explain the world in a few interesting lines of text, or an image or two, you're golden.

 
 
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Scavenger (in development since 2006)

Introduction:

I woke up and things hade gone all to hell. Some sadistic bastard with masonry skill buried my hydrostasis chamber between brick walls. It all sounds like sick version of an Edgar Allan Poe novel. But im living it. We were sent here as illegal labor to build long distance communication station. A simple and straightforward gig. With one hitch: a 10 year building contract. It takes time to get something that's supposed to send signal trough galaxies. We where on our little pease of paradise. A good looking little rock, terra formed like everything else we colonized, to our own image. Setting up a signal station is a well paid job to say the least, and suitable for someone like me, with a broken life. this place did feel a little funny from the first moment i stepped off the supply ship to start my duties. I'm just supposed to keep things running and not to touch anything valuable. I guess im the best paid janitor around.

 

Synopsis:

Humans colonized far and wide. Terra forming the barren worlds in to our own image. Like children building sand castles, completely unaware of the consequences. We were alone in the stars. No particularly intelligent life around.

The great plague came and killed of 9 out of ten of us. Borders where closed and paranoia run amok.We tried to contain it, but we where to late to do anything.
The ones of us that remain have to live with the scars. Amputated legs and arms, broken spirits and a staggering death toll. With no central government, the wide spread humankind split in to camps of self interest and fear. Most of the technical knowledge was lost. Large spacecraft travel automated trough the portals, that were our crowning achievement, largely unaware of the plight of humans.

We have the technology, we just don't know how to recreate it. forcing us to macgyver what we can. large ships and factories where operated by artificial intelligence, that have now withered. Some have opted to be connected as human operators. A dangerous endeavor as well as taxing to the body. The connections scar for life.

We make do with what we got.
 

Production bible

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Concept art          
Conceptual design of the Recycling ship Freya. An former military ship refitted as an automated recycling vessel, forwarding lucrative material from derelict ships and other scrap left behind.          
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Ruuland (in development since 2010)

Introduction:

Welcome to the outback. Or to what's left of it. My name is Meximilia Dunlan.

You're lucky i found you here. its not safe out here in the storm. See those big things behind me? We live on them. Its our mobile homes. We follow the heard's of cattle and live of the lands. Most of the folks went skywards after the big worldwide blowout we had. We Aussie's didn't much mind what happened out there. Before we knew it, we where the only ones stuck here. I think we where watching a bit to much bush telly to really notice anything. At first things didn't seem all that different, but as time ticked by, things changed. As they have a way of doing. I suppose nature was trying to balance things. With almost everything dead, except the hardiest of critters. You know, every once in a while, the seal clubbing gents on the shores tell stories of huge weird animals washing ashore. I guess the poor buggers where trying to swim here to safety. Iwe always wondered what's out there,beyond the sea. But mum always told me reassuringly: What ever is out there, will suck your brain, and stomp on your intestines while listening to the macarena. And it has the devils eyes! Devils eyes, i tells´ ya´.

Mom likes the moonshine. She's usually pants less while telling this story. And using her pipe as a ear pick.

Times are tough, on a lot of levels. We make do with what we have, and fix what we can.
With colonial spirit, we chug along just like the little engine that could. Building our homes. Raising our cattle and barns here in the bush. Making our outback our little haven. We even have some big cities up and running.

Gotta do a walkabout on you. Unless you want to come along? I have a bottler of a boomer on the barbie. That's a bi-i-i-g male kangaroo. I stalked him while he stalked the cattle.  Yeah, they USED to be all cuddly.

Coming?
 

Synopsis:

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Production bible

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Episodes

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Concept art          
renderings of the ruuhopper. One of the main vehicles used by Meximilia.          

 

 

Pendulum (in development since 2010)

Introduction:

 

A pendulum sway

"As time ticks by, people inevitably die.
You hope and you cry, that your hurt will go by.
Stomping your feet and gnashing white teeth,
holding it in, as if a bottled genie could be corked forcibly in.

It has a mind of its own, it does not like to be alone.
Pent up in a ball, stored away in the cold hall.
Behind the closed door, sits the hurt on the floor.
Not peering in as you sleep, but burning and seeping with anger deep.

Its alone and away, but only in a small way.
As soon as you wake, and lift up your weary back,
the hurt still remains, just as it did yesterday,
Waiting for the return sway,
of the pendulum, that will make you pay.

 
 

Synopsis:

A couple returns from their Honeymoon to London to discover their soft and cuddly love induced world is not as black and white as they thought. Shortly thereafter the husband finds himself plagued by something supernatural. A malice that seems to boil from within him. From his childhood fears and angers, long ago forgotten and buried deep inside. He begins to remember things about his childhood, about his relationship with his father and secrets he does not want to bring to the surface. All this pent up energy evolves into to an entity of its own, a different person within him, that begins to target seemingly innocent people.

He wakes up one morning laying next to his father, in a pool of blood in an old toolshed, with his wife is on the otherside, barely alive and clutching a wooden cross.

 
 

Production bible

n/a
 

Episodes

Rough draft only
 
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Fireborn (developed between 2006-2010)

Introduction:

The world is in turmoil. Among us run wild people, with abilities beyond that of normal men. Almost all of them sooner or later get a god complex. I'm pretty sure the same thing awaits me. I suppress my abilities with drugs i get from my employer. I work as interrogator. I know how that sounds. But somebody has to be the bad guy.  I'm not a stupid guy, i know torture does not give usable information. Hell, if you inflict enough pain, anybody will bark like a dog for you. No, that method is not efficient.

I feel what people feel. Some call me an empath. But it doesn't really explain everything. There is so much more to what i do, but sufficient to say, I'm a human lie detector with an impressive accuracy.

I was the hero of the new age. I extracted information from terrorists and supplied our troops with accurate intelligence. I thrived on what i did, until I pushed that one man to far. He died. I don't what happened.

The media was ruthless.

Now I'm on this piss poor third world island, beyond the reach of the law. taken from the general public by my employer, deemed to important to get rid of but too broken to be in the spotlight. Hidden away in the back of the closet, where only the darkest of ghosts hide.
 

Synopsis:

Written and complete

 

Production bible

Complete history, back stories, character sheets and script for part I.
 

Episodes

Complete story written.

 

Extra credits

Additional dialogue & texture work: Peter Nyberg
 
 
 
 
 
Graphical novel development The original Fireborn, created by me and Peter Nyberg. I wrote the original story, and Peter did most of the dialogue and cleanup, as well as provided me with textures for the renderings.        
  Some of the first conceptual images I made of the tropical island town where the story takes place. The rendering style varies a lot.
 
 
The short movie and graphical novel take place in different universes even tough they share the name Fireborn. Production costs and practicality dictated that we had to create something more down to earth if we wanted to make it in to a movie.
Short movie development this project was a joint venture by Me, Peter Nyberg and Robin Bäckman.        
  A few of the scenes i built and rendered as backgrounds. Peter nyberg provided the textures.
  Some handmade gadgetry and props for the project. Its a real thrill to get to do some real hands on work, instead of always creating things digitally.
  Some action shots and making-of images from the project.