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Production Update #10 – Seven Gates Where Angels Fall (plus sneak peek)

It’s that time again and this time we will get a sneak peek at the what’s coming next in the completed first episode. As many may already know, Seven gates where angels fall is based on the book of Enoch.  The information and story told in the book of Enoch has been taken and expanded upon to tell a story in a new and different way.

The sneak peek is a narrated portion of the episode which tells a portion of the story directly from the book of Enoch. The sleeping prophet, known as Nathan is dreaming and being given insight into the book of Enoch. Nathan is our narrator/prophet in the series who gives us insight through out the series, specifically into the book of Enoch and how it ties into the story being told.

There is still some coloring and editing to be done so its basically a rough draft sneak peek.

 

Production has moved along since the last update and I am working on the the final half of the episode. Which I believe is the final 10 to 15 minutes of the episode, I think. I haven’t actually timed it out but based on the script that should be about close.

The programs that I have been using are as follow :  Iclone 7, Daz3d, Hitfilm Express 2017. I was trying to use a few others earlier on but found that these three have the best work flow for me. I do also use Audio Director 7 for audio creation, but that doesn’t play as large a role as the other three. The reason I brought this up was to spotlight an important aspect of animation and project planning, and that is workflow. Work flow is important to speed of your work and the project as well as the productive use of time. The last thing you want to do is waste time doing the same thing over and over again in different programs. I believe that is the definition of insanity. I’ve been accused of being insane and I rather not make that accusation stick to much.

 

 

 

 

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Production Update #3 Seven Gates Where Angels Fall.

It’s that time once again, the weekly production update. The interest and continued support for this project has amazed me and I am grateful for everyone’s interest and continued support.

The addition of the world will burn‘s music as the soundtrack has inspired me to make new additions and changes that I feel have vastly improved the over all project.  I have started the script finalization of episode II and will be sending that to the cast shortly. Along with those two major developments I have also obviously continued with the creation of the animation itself.

The easiest way to get distracted with a project is to constantly spend to much time tweaking work already completed. There is a major difference between correcting an obvious issue and re-shooting a scene because you think it could be better maybe if you do this or that.It’s needed sometimes especially when you have to make a scene flow better. The challenge is finding that balance between wasting time and actually improving the product.

I have noticed that this happens to me when I feel I am not up to the task of meeting the expectations I feel others have. I want to make sure that I do the talent involved justice. I have to remind myself that I can only do my best and making mistakes means I am trying and learning.  In faith , in charity and in patience is the direction I need to always remind myself to go.  Faith in the vision and direction of the project, charity or generosity in overcoming my own struggles and patience not to rush the process.

I hope that in the end of this project and these updates that those working on their own project etc can learn and hopefully gain something that will help them in their own projects.  So the focus of this update is patience with your project and own work. Learn and move forward. If what you create today is better then want you created when you started, be grateful that you have progressed and do not waste time going back to rework something that doesn’t need reworking.

What if?

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“What if?”

Those were the last words the old man had spoken to Thedra before the guards had taken him away. She wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement.  She vividly remembered his eyes, void of any expression, looking directly at her as the guards dragged him across the detention yard . She recalled wondering about what he may have been thinking before his execution later that day.

Was he thinking on those two words?

Was he pleading with his God?

That was nine years ago. The words though still haunted her. She  had never understood what he had been trying to say to her. In the still moments when she was alone with her thoughts, those words would echo in her mind. A bell ringing in the darkness pointing the way to somewhere.

Movement on the street below pulled her back to the moment and focused her thoughts on the present. A routine patrol unit was passing by. It was one of the human enforcement units, otherwise known as the Earth Security Force or ESF.

Thedra crept  into the shadows of a nearby ruined building. She remained motionless and waited. The large hover tank slowly rumbled by with two guards following behind. They would look around occasionally but otherwise seemed only partially attentive to what was around them. They were just following orders and going through the motions.

As long as she remained hidden they wouldn’t see her, they were a nuisance more than anything. The real threat was the Valderann patrols. They wouldn’t hesitate to kill her on the spot. The patrol drones accompanying them would also be scanning and surveying the area, making it harder to hide.

Thedra put her swords away as the patrol rounded the corner into the next street. The weapons were crude, but elegant. She was a trained assassin and in her hands they were just as deadly as a laser rifle, maybe even more so. She had found them in an old abandoned shop, just hanging there in a shattered display case. Her escape from the slave pens had left her with nothing but the clothes on her back, and the swords had been a welcomed sight. They also had given her a quiet sense of security and comfort just having them on her.

She had several hours before curfew was enacted and it was best to find somewhere to hide out till then. She would use the cover of darkness to access the portal gate and hopefully get the parts she needed. The plan was simple. She would use parts from the gates to equip a shuttle with a cloak, then fly off the planet. Once she accomplished that she would find the nearest working gate and leave this all behind.  The data she had stolen would also guarantee that someone out there would give her safe harbor. The Valderanns had more enemies than friends so she wasn’t too concerned about finding a buyer.

The top of the ruined building was the perfect spot. It had only taken her a few minutes to scale the shattered shell and make it to an intact  segment of the roof. She had the perfect view of the portal gate and the surrounding city. All that she had to do was settle in and wait.

The large digital billboards around the city all went dark at the same time. The advertisements and Valderann propaganda slogans all disappeared.  The boards flickered back to life seconds later, but this time they all were displaying the same image. A large man standing in the shadows of a dead and fog filled forest. He was wearing a hood that obscured his facial features. The image flickered a few times once more before the image settled in. The black and white image was mirrored a thousand times all across the city.

“Hello. My name is Israel. I am the voice in the dead woods.” The hooded cloak’s voice was distorted slightly and the delayed timing from each billboard gave the audio an eerie and haunting sound that echoed each word all across the city.

“What if there was a better way? What if we could live in peace with those who would oppress us. Would you listen? Would you entertain the thought of setting aside our petty differences in a unified effort to bring peace and love to this dark world?”  The hooded figure paused as he waited for his words to settle upon the ears of those listening.

Thedra wasn’t sure what to think or how to react to the sudden reinforcement of the old man’s words from so long ago. Was this the old man’s message? Was this what he was trying to say to her?

Thedra leaned forward as she waited in anticipation for the hooded figure’s next words. Never in her life had see felt anything like this. She was anxious and excited at the same time, she could feel her own heart pounding as she waited for the man to speak once more.

“I’m not talking about surrender. To surrender would simply be to give in to the darkness and the demands of those that strive to control us. I am talking about opening your eyes to the truth…”

The image froze and the billboards shutoff. The Valderanns had cut the transmission short. All the billboards flashed the same words written in Valderann.

Illegal transmission aborted. Please stand by.

 The advertisements and various  slogans all returned once again. The hooded man was gone and Thedra sat there wondering about those two words once again.

“What if.”

 

 

 

Survival is our only choice.

 

Afallon Incursion is now available !

The second chapter in the Afallon series has arrived. Check out the bookstore page for details.

Also on April 23rd I will be launching the series with a signing at Pulp716 in Lockport N.Y.

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The First Wave Has Arrived.

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The first day of the Valderann invasion is nothing more than a distant memory. The nine years of occupation has changed us, hardened us and molded us. We see the universe and our place in it differently now. We no longer fear the darkness, instead we defy it.  We are no longer asleep. We have awoken and  our awakening has given us a new sense of purpose. The universe may rise against us and try to extinguish our flame but we will not go silently.

Our world now faces a new threat and even our occupiers are unable to resist. Undaunted by the long dark night we  will continue on.  Survival is all that we have left, and survive we will.

 

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The second installment of the Afallon series is on it’s way.  The release date is set for early April. Once the editing is finalized I will post more details.

I know it has been a while since the blog has seen updates and that is due to a busy and hectic schedule. I have been running events and working on the next installments as well as more animations.

Check out the news and announcement sections for upcoming events.

The following images are a few screen shoots from the new animation that I hope will draw you deeper into the evolving story of Afallon.

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Encounter at Dulce.

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The Marshall Kaine Journals – Encounter at Dulce – Part 1

“I am only one man, the single watch at the gate.”

I struggled for years, endlessly trying to awaken the sleeping masses to the larger truth.  I wanted people to see and awaken to the truth that we needed change.  Our universal view was petty and self centered. We saw only ourselves and our desires, ignoring the pain and misery of those around us. We did all this in the name of power and glory. The greater good was sacrificed at the altar of greed.

 In time I came to the point where I realized it was not my mission to enact the change that we needed.  My mission was to reveal the truth, prevent and expose what I could. I am the one who will prepare those already awakened for that one defining event. The event that will forever change our world.

Is this event fixed? A point in time and history that no matter what we do will still happen? If so who or what ordained it? What is this event? Why must we endure it? Why can we not stop it?

They say the definition of insanity is repeating the same thing over and over expecting a  different result each time.  I must be insane. I keep trying, day in and day out. I think maybe if I say things just the right way or present the correct evidence I can move them into action. The reality is I am simply moving myself into action, for this path is my path. The road before me is mine to travel. I thought I was the guide, the one to point the way. I was in the end the traveler not the traveler’s guide.

I close my eyes and let my head rest against the cushion of the seat. Sasha stirs slightly in her sleep. She sighs in contentment and pulls closer to me as she sleeps on my shoulder. We are on the train to New Mexico.  Senator Calvin is holding a press conference in Dulce at the MECH construction plant and military facility there. The large armored robotic sentry tanks, that we now rely on daily for  our protection have been manufactured there for the last thirty years.  I tried to convince her that I should go alone on this trip but she wouldn’t hear it. So here we are on the train to Dulce New Mexico. 

The trip itself wasn’t dangerous and I couldn’t stand being away from Sasha any longer than necessary. The problem was I couldn’t shake the images of my dreams as of late out of my mind. I would close my eyes each night and I would see the images of  Sasha and myself in danger. The closer we got to our trip to Dulce the stronger the recurrences of these images flooding into my mind became. Maybe it’s because Dulce has always been the center of secrets and conspiracies.

Nathan had an expansive collection of data and research on Dulce, dating back to the early twentieth century. Nathan’s theory centered around alien underground bases and alien hybrid experimentation. The government he believed was in collusion with aliens in an attempt to subvert and fundamentally change the human race.  He had a compelling argument but very little proof. Second hand testimonies and whispered stories  from military bases wasn’t enough to convince me. The idea of the government working with aliens to create hybrids seemed a bit far fetched to me. What would be the reason behind such a thing?  Nathan’s theory suggested the aliens were a dying race. They could no longer breed and reproduce so the only answer was through hybridization with human DNA. The idea didn’t sit well with me.

The human race is selfish and greedy. We still let our own die in the name of profit and power. I couldn’t grasp the idea of our leaders helping an alien race survive. We still had issues over race among our own kind. How could we step past that and not apply it to an alien race? Nathan always said it was all by design, instigated and fostered by the governments to keep us distracted and unaware. I still wanted to know for what reason. Who was ultimately pulling the strings and why? I would never settle for half answers and conjecture. I needed solid proof and tangible evidence.

I will admit that when the government seized all the land in Dulce and built the entire area into one of the largest military research complexes, it did raise suspicions.  Dulce may or may not be an alien underground base where they perform nefarious experimentation and breed hybrids. However,  there is definitely something that the government wants to keep secret at Dulce. I have a feeling the Senator knows what it is and he plans on revealing it.

The unseen shadow.

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The Marshall Kaine Journals – The unseen shadow.

It has been weeks since Nathan disappeared. He’s gone underground to hide. He fears he will be the next one to disappear, I wish him luck. I don’t have the luxury of running and hiding, though at times I wish I could. I tried that before, it drove me to the edge of madness.

All the research and notes that he had been collecting over the years, either lay across my apartment floor or loaded up on my laptop.  He had volumes of notes and old books. Old DVD discs and documentary footage filled up three data drives along side his own personal musings. The task was daunting and I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. Nathan had been looking for that common link that connected everything. He was convinced it existed and he dedicated his life to finding it. He had researched it all. Project blue planet, Jinn, Anunnaki, Nasca lines, star gates and on and on. He had notes on  the Sumerian language, creation myths and documentation from every alien conspiracy and documentary  ever created since the beginning. He cataloged them all, separating them as governmental cover ups, internal operations as well as hoaxes and fear mongering.

I spent hours trying to figure it out and in the end I was more confused than when I started. Nathan’s research gave rise to more questions than answers. He talked about two things over and over, the unseen shadow and the old ones. I have no idea what he meant by this. I can only assume he explained it further somewhere in this mess of documentation and research material.

I did however come across an envelope labeled with my name written on it. The envelope was stuck inside one of his hand written journals. Why he hadn’t just given this to me in the first place?

The note listed only an address. I assumed it was a new contact or resource. The address was deep in Gypsy town. The old city, buried beneath the new city construction. Gypsy town was a rough place, mainly forgotten by most people. Those that lived there preferred it that way. People started calling it that during the early days of the first world economic collapse. Refugees from around the world had started  to settle there since there was nowhere else to go.  No police patrols or city planning control, just people living in and where they could. Crime and violence was the way of life down there.

I decided it was best to head out early in the morning the next day. The police drone patrols would be less active and I would be able to move about without a lot of attention.  The government still was watching though, tracking and recording every citizens movement. We sacrificed freedom in the guise of security and the government abused it. They told us it was to safeguard us and prevent crime, funny though that crime and safety statistically never changed, in some cases it was worse.

I arrived in Gypsy town with little incident. The dark dank streets smelled like rotten vegetables. The steam pouring out of the old sewer vents smelled even worse. I didn’t even bother trying to figure out what it reminded me of. I figured it was best to not know. I found the address rather quickly. The sign above the door read, “The unseen hand – Have your fortune read here”.  Of course Nathan would send me to a fortune teller. I did however notice something odd about the sign, the word hand was the only word that had a shadow under it.  I wasn’t sure if I had spent to much time reading Nathan’s research or if it meant something. The first mental association I made was his reference to the “unseen shadow”.

I decided to just knock and not try to make any connections. You would think that a fortune teller would know I was here and greet me at the door. The door opened and I was instantly stunned. I remember her being beautiful, but this was something else.

“Hello Marshall. It’ been a long time.”

She smiled and I felt it right down to the sole of my feet. When we were younger she was the most beautiful girl to me. I would spend hours hanging out with her, just being in her presence made my heart sing. So many years later her beauty had grown. The green eyes and luscious black hair was the same, as was her smile.

“Sasha.” I instantly reached out and hugged her. The smell of her hair and perfume was intoxicating and I let our embrace linger for a moment. She returned the embrace and seemed to not mind letting it linger.

“We have a lot to discuss.” She looked around cautiously as she motioned me to enter quickly.

I couldn’t believe it. I had been dreaming about her for months and now here she was.