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On October 12, three people died in a fiery collision that closed California’s major traffic artery I-5 for days. Twenty trucks and a handful of cars created the bombastic bonfire! I was there…

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The Bottom Line: This is a blog about mOOn platOOn, by Steve Games. Working in Hollywood but outside the bounds of studio controls, it’s a dream to create a movie – a TV series – a video game, books, interactive website and toys, and this is the beginning.

How I Made It Out Of The Quagmire – A Harrowing Night In Angeles National Forest Escaping From The Human Roach Hotel Formerly Known As Interstate 5…

“Instead”…

With my little son beside me

Getting home was where we aimed

Everything along was normal

With the joy together brings, then -

Something’s wrong

There is no doubt

What’s slowness to a halt about?

- Conceive it:

A fiery Night

A whipping rain

Do you believe it?

It’s time to figure out the odds

There is no time

To figure out if I am real

Or you are real

That’s what those questions are about

Twenty trucks went up in flames

Thirteen victims, thirteen names

Ten ran burning, three burned dead

I went up the mountain

Instead

 

The unexpected

Can strike often

Many times in one mere moment

Or not for years to fill a coffin

Or months

You have to have balls soften

To do this

To make sure

That all the people who received it

Had been contacted, not just “leave it”

To be certain

Everyone desiring a package

Had the chance to ask or talk about

That endless night

Eleven o’clock

In the tunnel

Of the grapevine

Driving to L.A.

To a dead stop

Every body stop

At first figuring it’s a momentary thing

Then car engines stop and the car lights drop

Then suddenly cars streaming down the sides

Of the roads the wrong way on both sides

Of the road the wrong way

A city on the freeway

Forming

Pedestrianic interaction swarming

An eerie zonish twilight

 

Twenty trucks went up in flames

Thirteen victims, thirteen names

Ten ran burning, three burned dead

I went up the mountain

Instead

 

Fogging

Phantom lights on cloud bottoms

Sprawling

Up in the sky

But no

Those are spectral cars

On yet taller roads

I must climb

Crumbling cliffsides in the way

Bouncing rocklettes churn like blenders

Battering the bottom shelters

Til one huge chunk

Lodges beneath us

Dragging us to stop

And in the sweeping gusts of sheet rain

My fingers pull at rock that rends pain

I’m lonely in the dark and it won’t give

So back into the car I shelter

Back it off the bloody boulder

Down the mountain then I falter

Past the demons of the passage

And the phantom camps of summer

On this night of ghost black whispers

Homeward bound I go

Twists and turns and who might follow?

Why I am I alone? I swallow

Hitchcock shadows

Phone calls failing

Finally see a city light

Somewhere down there distant warm chairs

Huddled loved ones popping corn

I fight on the road through morn

Blowing wind wars slashing rain spears

Narrow lanes near sharp declines

Should I have stayed in the wildness

Of the highway’s frozen planes?

My son is sleeping in the seat

Next to Daddy

Sleep, child, sleep…

Twenty trucks went up in flames

Thirteen victims, thirteen names

Ten ran burning, three burned dead

I went up the mountain

instead

 

Three dead people

In the tunnel

Ten or more escape and run

Three hundred thousand

On the highway

Churning, mixing, swirling ones

From the mountain

I descended

Onto streets of homes and gates

Traffic lights

And wide expenses

Ownership and being late

Then 4:30

In the morning

At home finally I stepped

By the morning ‘twas a million

Who, upon that freeway, slept.

 

Twenty trucks went up in flames

Thirteen victims, thirteen names

Ten ran burning, three burned dead

I went up the mountain

instead

It Came From Out Of The Script

From darkness, we hear a child’s laughter – a boy of 10, running about his modest yard making the sound of rocket engines. Hints of light – a sparkle here, a flash of sun there – and we see his yard. EXT. BACKYARD, mid-1960s, Oregon. Young Oberon is landing his rocket on the surface of “another planet.” He is dreaming of a fantastic future, lost in the wonder of his imagination, delighted at the possibilities when a large shadow falls over him. The boy guards his eyes and looks up, the sun bursting above, seeing only the large silhouette of his Uncle Roy. The man holds a can of beer and is overweight and imposing.

OBERON

Hi, Uncle Roy.

We never see the man’s face, and view him from Oberon’s perspective.

ROY

Are you playin’ with that astronaut shit again? You told me you outgrew that. Were you lyin’ to me? Give that thing here.

Oberon reluctantly holds up his rocket ship. A beefy hand snatches it away.

ROY

You’ve got to grow up fast, boy, your parents are dead. I’ve got ya covered until you’re 18, but that’s it. And you’re gonna start workin’ a hell of a long time before that.

Roy snaps the rocket ship in his hands, tosses it down and crushes it on the lawn. Oberon tries to stop tears from spilling from his eyes. We see the word “Mom” formed by his mouth but hear nothing.

ROY

Don’t lie to me. Ever. And I don’t wanna see any more of these around. You aren’t gonna grow up to be an astronaut, trust me.

Oberon looks at his crushed rocket, given to him by his Mom. His lip quivers as he looks back at Roy.

ROY

Don’t you look at me like that. You think you’re better than me, don’t ya? You think I’m just dumb old Uncle Roy, don’t ya?

Sadly, the fat man turns and walks toward the house.

ROY

Yeah, you’ll find out. Get in the house for dinner.

Oberon stares at the fragments of rocket. We see them as he does, white pieces growing fuzzy, soft, swirling into cloudlike shapes until a fog is everywhere, a mist that takes us through time to the present, where the adult Oberon lies sleeping, dreaming.

If I Were Casting Now

The part of Uncle Roy, the defeated, slovenly, often mean-spirited relative who inherits Oberon because there is no one else: former CBS News anchorman Dan Rather

mOOn platOOn Byproducts

mOOn platOOn Issues

TRAFFIC WAR

You are less than TWO degrees of separation from someone who died in traffic.

Should this be considered the realm of “accidents” any longer? There are those whose behavior perpetuates death and debilitation. They are the enemy.

This is WAR.

The number of deaths on the road every year in the USA alone = approximately 57,000

That’s how many USA soldiers died in the Viet Nam conflict, total.

1,000 people die every year in California alone from drunk driver crashes. Twenty-two THOUSAND more are injured…

Do you know anyone who died in a traffic related incident? Are you close to someone who DOES have a friend or relative DEAD from traffic war?

The answer is yes. Think about it.

This is the wild west.

Other Projects By Steve Games

A graphic book series…

Born from the pain of Nazi experimentation, 4 generations later the artificially mutated descendants of the bedeviled have evolved. They split into two distinct factions, with one boy floating between them. The first faction devotes itself to atoning for the sins of their Nazi forefathers and avenging their victims; The second faction has decided to use their powers for personal gain, thinking only of the future.

 

EvOlutOrS

The 2nd Factor

Immoral high-altitude experiments resulted in

SKYDIEVUR

…The Free-Falling Master of Momentum

Male

22

Mixed Asian & Caucasian

Cruel freezing experiments produced

I. C. BLOOD

…A Nightmare On The Rocks

Female

77

Caucasian

Hideous malaria experiments created

MOSQUITUS

…It’s The Buzz

Female

41

Black

Malicious LOST (mustard) gas experiments formed

MISTER MUSTARD

…One Blistering Ball Buster

Male

72

Asian

Humiliating sulfonamide experiments caused

ANTIBIOT

…Stinking Shame

Male

36

Caucasian

Degrading bone, muscle, nerve regeneration & bone transplant experiments made

SPARK

…An Electric Fire

Female

35

Pacific Islander

• And, moving between groups regularly…

Horrifying sea water experiments provided for

BRINE

…Ocean Incarnate

Male

12

Mixed Caucasian & Negroid

The 1st Faction -

Insane epidemic jaundice experiments promoted

YELLER

…Shatterrific

Female

50

Caucasian

Torturous sterilization experiments made

RADIANT

…He’s Brighter Than You Thought

Male

33

Asian

Terrifying typhus (Fleckfieber) experiments compiled

MINDERMAST

…Every Mind’s Worst Enemy

Male

27

Caucasian

Sadistic experiments with poison assembled

TOXYCK

…Made of Menace

Female

24

African American

Monstrous incendiary bomb experiments manifested

SMOKE 1

…Hacking Out Coughing It Up

Male

61

Hispanic

The Cast In Hollywood

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