All movies depicting mass destruction must include scenes depicting the clean-up process, which may take years, or even decades, or even longer if there’s no budget left to pay for it. This rule may seem restrictive, but it also opens up intriguing story possibilities. Imagine a giant monster movie that portrays gargantuan beasts leveling all of the United States including its state and federal governments, all branches of the military, and all significant economic sectors. The giant monsters do their thing, and then fade from the scene.
Then what happens?
People keep waiting for disaster relief but all those departments of government have been abolished by MAGA assholes. These same MAGA scumbags have also given away all the tax dollars to their slimy techbro billionaire friends. Americans are left to wander the rubblescape, wondering how it all went wrong. People just start piling stuff up not quite realizing that no one’s coming to clear it. Some folks pray. Some folks start praying to the piles of wreckage. Strong winds blow, new fires spread, and one or two giant monsters reappear. But the giant monsters get bored real quick now that there’s no military toys to play with, so they step on some rubble pile cultists, and then turn their attention towards Europe, Russia, China, and Japan. But right before it leaves, one of the giant monsters sees a bald eagle soaring through the sky. A tear rolls down the behemoth’s radioactive cheek. And then it spits a fireball at the eagle, totally incinerating it. A real tear-jerker, no?
Rules inspire creativity.
Or so I’m told.
This I command!
