History + Monster Thing!

  In preparation for the 2012 London Olympics, roadwork’s constructing a relief highway unearthed a mass grave containing dozens of headless bodies, buried for hundreds of years. It made an interesting story for the week or so that followed, but as the games drew closer, the discovery blame little more than a blurb to skim past in the side of a tabloid. But you can’t expect to open a grave without some sort of spiritual consequence, let alone one from thousands of years ago, and this was no ordinary graves. it was thought the bodies were victims of a Roman invasion, and they might have been, but that’s not to say they’d been killed for no good reason. The were practitioners of dark forces, who’d peer through flames into hell itself and pull out it’s manifestations. Through the forfeit of their souls and the acceptance of their nature, they’d become both man and beast, the midnight scourge of Europe, the werewolf. Like any other missionary they spread their terms. A whisper through a flickering fire was all it took to bring a man under their control, and as such, the first thing to be done upon their capture was to remove the head, and remove without question the way to speak. And yet the scars of the flesh are forgotten in hell. And released from the grip of the Earth the dead sought a chance to whisper once again. On the 25th of July, 2012, the Olympic torch was lit to an an audience of millions. A week into the event, on the First of August, came the first full moon. As inhuman screams and piercing howls filled the streets around them, the runner ups of the world who’d had a chance to compete could be considered the luckiest men in the world or the most unfortunate, held to their humanity by the silver on their necks.

Archetype Project

-Little Mars-

In the mid 1950’s, Lower Manhattan was the the site of a historic accident involving a downed Martian Saucer and a city block that had recently been cleared for housing developments. Rather than the expected conspiracy, cover-up, or military response the real estate moguls who were able to claim property rights to the crash site took the situation as a business opportunity to expand their markets beyond our own planet. 

After news of the original Martian Occupants of the crashed ship spread various extraterrestrials seeking a place where what little alien currency they had translated to what may be a decent living elsewhere. The two street neighborhood soon became almost entirely populated by the most diverse group of intelligent beings on the planet, and the out of this world reputation of the streets soon earned it the name “Little Mars”. Although there are very few humans living in the buildings that line Phobos and Deimos Street, people from all across america tour, hoping to get a glimpse of a world beyond their own.

The first half of Little Mars sits on Phobos Street, the more public-intended portion of the district. Shops, stands and bodegas sell products shipped from alien homeworlds, bootleg martian candy bars, low budget subtitles on red planet films amongst other things. All happily sold to you by the locals, who dress like any other New Yorker would save for the bizarre breathing apparatuses they might wear.

The food you can buy on Phobos Street is generally not actually from space for sake of cost, but it’s food prepared by species that entered our culinary world with entirely blind eyes and blank pallets. At Tony Xiortan’s you can order pizza with topping that have no possible right going together and watch him cook it by hand with off planet technology.

The centerpiece of both streets is the shared Museum of Spacial History, an ornate building holding historical documents detailing both a broad history of art and documents from a world unlike ours, telling a long and rich history, and a collection of various spacecraft and tech presented for storage and your viewing pleasure. 

Even the timeline of events through the time that Little Mars has existed is detailed, showing off things such as the Wives of Mars, a group of adventures women who fell for martians upon their visits to the village and took it upon themselves to protect the safety and independence of the inhuman residents who lived alongside them.

On the other side of the museum is Deimos Street, the more casual side of Little Mars. there are no more shops and restraints and loud machines whirring in the distance, instead you find the daily life of a general little martian. Here is where you’ll see various aliens wandering  and may find a chance to start a conversation with a happy couple in the Vastitas Park as you take some time for yourself.

(I’m not sure if this was meant to be an Actual Theme Park or whatnot but if that’s the case this was made with that in mind! The concept being that a city block would be transformed into a fictional city to squeeze a Park Sort of thing into an Urban Environment. The fun is meant to replicate the idea of visiting any other sort of cultural sector but creating a fictional culture behind it. Used Photoset 2)