Last Call at Saturn's Tempest

Apologies for the delay! Enterprising readers will have noticed I hid the title in the tags for the first Telefated announcement ;)

Here's a bit of the blurb from the video teaser I'm assembling:

"Saturn's Tempest...one of the few remaining vestiges of a once great and fortuitous independent society. Floating a the tip of the last oasis, sprawling ashore a massive tent city of artists, gypsies, musicians, and mages, it's legends hauntingly precede its vastness. Converted from an ancient temple of other wordly monks, Saturn's Tempest now houses the last vortex in Xeros, the grounds beyond the gates of the Imperial Regions. Strange happenings are indeed however afoot, and Imperial lust knows no satience. Rumors of Imperial infiltration among the Tempest's most elite echelons slithered to the farthest tents of the valley. The sick were being healed, and the healthy fall ill. Cats began washing ashore, hitting the onyx beach with a cough, and then prancing into the city. Unexplainable apparitions were becoming common vernacular amongst Xeros citizens. Signal feedback from old satellites getting trapped in radio wave loops was touted as the bottom line, but others cited the precession of alignments between Saturn's Tempest, and it's namesake, the hexagonal storm of planet Saturn as it reached it's apex toward earth. Others still whispered of the veil that separated all probable realities being eaten away by a phantasmal cancer. As the Imperial Crown tightened it's claws, the citizens of Xeros and its allies gathered at Saturn's Tempest for a final rallying festival. A cry of creative defiance to the labyrinth of Imperial oppression. Paranoia and confusion envelop even the strongest willed of Xeros culture as the impossible becomes yesterday's news, and the body count begins to rise with the thermometer. Will the hearts of the free be able to withstand the fate they've been given? Can the magick of the faithful transmute the vibration of harmony for all possible outcomes? Or will the torrential wave of shocks across the metaphysical web of life shake loose the boundaries of reality and imagination at even the most subatomic levels? Pull up a chair and grab a drink, you're at Saturn's Tempest...and it's last call."

This is a rough for what will eventually be a multi-media promo piece. I'm through the first draft, and I'll be continuing the refining and design process through September. This has already including designing and fabricating clothing, and models of environments and vehicles, such as the Anisoptera MAV (micro aerial vehicle) seen there under Black Iapatus' ass, her "spurs" functioning in much the same way a key does for a car.


I'll be back tomorrow with the last blog of the week!