Ok, I have like three. First: an RPG musical.
Not a musical RPG, like Rhapsody, more like an RPG with an epic scope, real, colorful characters, as much full voice work as possible, and SONGS, meaningful ones with fantastic lyrics that are integral to the story.
This could be so BEAUTIFUL. I've been cooking it up in my head over the last three years or so.
How come games don't matter more to players? There need to be more striking emotional scenes in games, like there are in movies. And this needn't be 100% cinematics, either, a huge amount of dialog could just get woven into gameplay. Just look at the narration for quests in D&DO, for heaven's sake.
Characters should be real. They should do things that real people do, like be uncertain, be afraid, have hangups, laugh at things that are funny. They should have natural reactions to the things that happen in the story, the kinds of reactions real people would have. The hero should get depressed and cry. The main love interest should like another person, romantically. Her parents shouldn't already know the hero.
And the songs. The world map song should be sung by all four characters. It should be an inspiring, hearty song, like the kind that plays during the climactic public crowd lovers reunion scene in romantic comedies.
There should be an Introductory Sequence with it's own solemn song, sung by the brave-hearted child protagonist. It should have kettledrums and low, powerfUl cellos backing. It should have words that immediately throw your heart onto the story. I have a very rough first draft:
I was a lonely boy,
My heart lay in the land,
They were a world away,
Tyrants in shifting sand,
But now the war
Has bastardized our farms,
And now her life
Rests plaintive in my arms
And so
We stand alone
And thrust this sword against the evil of the day,
We vow as one,
Scabbards bereft,
We promise all our strength enrolled against the fey,
And on, we march,
Our paths so long
They stretch in front of us forever and a day,
We sing aloud
This battle-song
And we forsake the fear with which we used to lay,
We've bigger things
To rage against,
We gird our flanks,
We rise as men
Foretold in age,
Our cornerstone,
We make this vow our own to keep:
To Morrione.
To Morrione,
To Morrione.