My frothing lust for a Foundation-based tv show is getting to the point of obscene. I have to imagine at least one or two other people might be interested as well, so here's a question: What would The Foundation Series be to you? For me, it'd be a little like the X-Files "monster of the week" episodes. There'd be a vague thread of a larger plot, but more in the background, almost like a running gag. If you're looking for it, and are really in to the show, you can easily follow it, but at no point do you have to know the background to enjoy any episode. Shows could range from scary as hell, to odd/thought-provoking, to downright silly. There would be a few reoccurring characters, but most are going to rotate pretty freely. Maybe have "guest star" Agents or some such? I mean really, what big star doesn't want to get mutilated or turned inside out by cosmic horror?
So, anyway, I made a tv intro. I am ashamed.
(loop from 0:06 to 0:27 continuously, from this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kevdt1T9daA during the intro)
camera is first-person perspective, walking down a short hallway to a blank door and a security checkpoint (basic plexiglass window, bored guard). The guard looks up as the camera tilts to look at him, the guard waving the viewer through and picking up a paper. The door swings open to reveal a long, blank concrete hallway, lined with doors. Bare bulbs hang from the celing.
The camera slides down the hall, turning to approach a door on the left, pulling up to the small viewing window. There's only darkness, then the object covering the glass pulls back to reveal it's a fist. This fist hammers several times, then drops away. The owner of the fist has four arms, no mouth, and starts to pace, glaring at the glass.
Camera pulls away, sliding to the next door, a guard in a black helmet passing on the right side. The camera pulls in to the next doors viewing port. Inside there is a little girl, scribbling on the floor. Eight men in full tactical gear have guns trained on her, a scientist writing notes as he observes her.
Camera pulls away, sliding to the next door, a man in a straight jacket and blank helmet being prodded down the hall by a guard on the right. Camera pulls in to the next view port on the left, revealing a dim room. There's a huge, fleshy object in the center of the room, pulsing slowly. Very, very slowly, it shifts slightly, a huge, rotten-looking face with huge teeth and no nose peeps around, seeming to smile before shifting back.
Camera pulls back, walking down the hall, then the lights ahead start to snap out, one by one, darkness rushing up on the camera. Just as the camera goes dark, there's a cut-off squealing noise. In the dark, the vague outline of the words “The Foundation” swim in to view, like something seen on the edge of a campfire, before drifting back in to the dark.