Imagine if you will an ordinary man, just like any other gifted student before the outbreak of the war. This man enlists to serve his country, but as a paratrooper he sees things no man was meant to see.
Put through college on the GI Bill, this man becomes a well-known scriptwriter. But at night, in his dreams, the war revisits him. His visions become ever stranger, ever more disturbing.
They drive him to create, then thrust himself into...The Twilight Zone.
They say that life is but a whisper, leaving just as quickly as it arrives. This man was killed not by machines of men, nor by acts of nature, nor by seeking seclusion within the recesses of his mind...but by a faulty heart, which removed him from this mortal coil while men of medicine tried valiantly to keep him from doing just that.
Since the twenty-eighth day of June in the year nineteen hundred and seventy-five, Rodman Edward Serling has led a new life inside the world he created. He takes pride in those who tell new tales, and will occasionally walk into the spotlight to recite an appropriate spiel at each beginning and end.
Rod Serling, a man who cannot leave his own little world yet takes this fact as comfort, living out a pleasant eternity...in The Twilight Zone.