Animated series · Coming soon
Hobo the Magnificent
An immortal boy and his ragtag family of freedom fighters travel a broken world in search of the Tree of Life.
Premise
Built on the ruins of a world that killed itself
Two thousand three hundred and fifty-seven years ago, the Null took every machine on earth in a single pulse. What survived gathered around the few who still held working technology. They became the Bosses, and their heirs rule the five city-states to this day.
Civilization runs on Djangmium ore, mined in the frozen north and burned in a great Energy Pyramid at the heart of each city. Step outside the walls and the power dies. The lie holding it together is simple: Djangmia is everywhere, free and endless, in the air of every room. You are simply never taught to feel it. The Hobos were, and that is why they are hunted.
The crew
A ragtag family
Looks fifteen. Is over two thousand years old, part tree and part human, made at the moment the world ended. He draws Djangmia straight out of the air, which no one else alive can do.
Sixteen, and the reason the crew has a plan instead of an argument. Walked out of one of Lumera’s ruling houses toward old languages and dangerous truths.
Seven foot one, and moves like a dancer. Last heir of House Armond, framed for a mine collapse that killed hundreds, and served the sentence anyway.
Reads metal the way other people read faces. Took her brother’s name the night he died shielding her, and lives as George as the truth of who she is.
Development footage
Shots
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The world
Each city was given a palette before it was given a skyline
The City of Lights, a vertical glowing jungle grown from botanical engines. It does not mine power. It decides who gets it.
The world’s dumping ground, kept broken on purpose and still breathing with renegade invention. Where Træ learned to listen to machines.
Black volcanic glass, mirrored spires and silent streets. The ideological capital, and home of the Obsidian Guard.
A kingdom carved from ice and pride, and the world’s only source of Djangmium ore.
A city that burned from the inside out. George was born here, in a forge that never loved her.
A subterranean rainforest laced with crystal and static charge, where black quartz walls hum when the Birva thunder past.
Bestiary
The rails are ridden, and the mountains walk
The Walking Mountains of the middle country. A forest rides on its back, and Træ feels a pull toward them he cannot name.
Great armored creatures that secrete their own rails as they go. The rails harden into a glassy network on splayed piers, and whoever can get aboard rides with them.