Untitled Origin

okay, New Years' resolution: contribute to my own fucking blog.
Untitled is the result of a dream i had about a month ago. it's strange; i hardly ever dream, and you're damn sure i never remember if i do. so the fact that i remember this, and that it was so unique, inspired this new goin-nowhere-fast project. here is what i can recall:

started out with me at an archaeological dig headed by Alex and Nik (his older brother) the dig was located in an almost endless plains-land of thick, dry grass. in the corner of the digsite, under a tree, there was a tree with a few crumbled statues underneath it. one, a half broken man with a shield had a splinter of wood cluthced in his hand, and i took it. Nik set up a tarp over the statues because the sunlight had broken through the very overcast sky and was shining on the statues. as he put up the tarp, the sun shone through it, unaffected. at this moment, from over the hills to the south, came a group of creatures that looked like a cross between a turtle and a beetle and wouldn't have looked out of place in a Zelda game. the archaeologists took to their crossbows (as was the norm in such a situation i suppose), and let fly their arrows. after the turbeetles were defeated, i was advised to take the splinter to the nearest town. as i ran over the hills in the east, Alex uncovered a large tooth roughly three feet long.

the town was small: a bar on stilts (as the town was nestled in the hills, next to a river), a watermill, and a cemetary. clearly the only logical thing to do at this point was to get a drink, so i went in the pub. the barmaid, with her flowing red hair, recognized the splinter, and took me to the cemetary. turns out, she was a ... i suppose the best way to describe her was a Demi-god. the only way she could explain to me the significance of the splinter (and subsequently the history of the universe) was not through an elaborate story (i guess my brain would have exploded), but through feeling. i had to know what she needed to tell me. and that meant sex in the graveyard!
the splinter was all that remained of the creator of the world. he had floated out in space and created the world, and everything in it, from his clay flesh. when he was done, there enough left of him to walk amoungst the people. after the sorrow of outliving his children, he turned into a tree to watch over his world. over time, he was forgotten, and cut down. all that remained was the splinter.

as i arrived back at the dig, i saw that everyone had vanished into the ground. all that remained was the jawbone of an enormous fanged creature which served as the entrance to the underworld.

and so i woke up. god damn.
so this is the basis of Untitled. we're really working throught the creation and way the world is rather than characters at this point (probably cos it was me in the dream) and that given what we know in the project, the myth is the best bit.
so stay tuned for updates and drawings (will update with a map, the splinter, the statues, and the dig). they are coming.