Pseudocontest, day three

Elevator pitch is a term from the movie industry. Imagine, you're in Hollywood with great ambition to became a screenwriter. But life is harsh, and only career available is that of a porter. One day you're ordered to take care of Kevin Smith and his luggage. You have exactly 30 seconds one on one. Ding, goes the elevator. Five floors, thirty seconds, your career at stake. Can you do it?

Good pitch shouldn't be longer than 10-20 words for a personal intro or 50-100 for a business one. A similar thingy is one of the three Jared Sorensen's questions: what is your game about. The main difference is that pitch sells the game idea, and Jared's question is more about the performance based on the game. But The Questions (various ones) are the song of (day after) tomorrow. For now - the pitches:

White Frost (Czarist Russia + Dream Time)
Some say it was the Czar praying on Kremlin. The other say Rasputin did it. Small group blamed Mendeleev. It does not matter now. In the February of 1917 The White Frost came and squeezed life out of the Bolsheviks and their revolution. Russia was saved. But the spring never happened. The Endless Winter, they called it. Millions died, of cold and hunger. Those who survived moved underground, growing mushroom and digging for coal, iron, gold and diamonds. For almost round hundred years. This is the night before the anniversary. The Czar, Nicolai Ivanovich, last of his line, invites all his true friends to Kremlin.


bRussil (Czarist Russia + Paradise Lost)
Imagine you were a one of a million clerks in a endless building of the Imperial Court. One tiny cog, stamping, signing and pushing paper. Imagine every single day, nine hours in a cold office space, one bathroom break and an endless stacks of papers. Imagine being called a beaurocrap behind your back and Junior Executive Assisstant in your face.
What would you do if someone told you that you live in Hell?


Helltime (Dreamtime + Paradise Lost)
All the Milton said was true. The Devil in his pride and envy, the God creating universe. There was just one small difference. There is no Heaven nor Hell. It's all one, endless Dreamtime. You've always felt it, an itch under the skin. Strange dreams, of which just the single threads were remembered. Non-existing colors, forming shapes that made your senses go crazy. The Dreamtime was always there, just an inch away from your world. What would happen if you let it out?


Red Space (Czarist Russia + Dreamtime)
In 3941 all known space was united under the Czar rule. Countless planets in thousands of galaxies are connected with the strings of the Web, with the center in Kiev's Pechersk Lavra - the Holy Monastery. All the planets suitable for human were given to boyar families. Other were transformed for katorgas for disloyal citizens. Entire universe was paying Kremlin a tribute in gold, diamonds and rare materials.
Czar had everything - and still wanted more. On his order the experimental space ship "Ivan IV the Terrible" reached the end of known space. And broke through it. Boundaries between the dimensions were destroyed and our poor Rossiya-Vshehmatushka collapsed with the Things Beyond.


And now I have a problem - which to choose. Shit.