The
2012 End Times: The Origin of the Mayan Prophecies
SETTING: Mayan City of Tikal, small stone building next to
pyramids…
Quextrycl: Man, making these calendars sucks. How long have
we been at it?
Trzytrcl: Seems like forever. I was tired of it when I was
up to 75 BC. Can we call it quits when we get to zero?
Quextrycl: I don’t think so. The high priest told us to
keep making new calendars. If we ask him to quit, he might
pull our still beating hearts from our living bodies and
toss us off the pyramid. That happened to Mifrzcytlz when
he asked for a day off without asking two weeks in advance.
Trzytrcl: You’re right. I don’t want to go through that
hassle. Still, I thought we had it made being assigned to
calendar duty instead of irrigation ditch digging, but who
knew it would go on forever?
SCENE ENDS. SIX WEEKS LATER…
Trzytrcl: Ok, seriously. This is way old. I’ve got
courtside tickets to see the Plxfcyrlax Sacrificers play
the Rixzyolik Sungods tonight and I really don’t want to
miss it.
Quextrycl: Man, Plxfcyrlax sucks this year. That will be a
blow out. Anyway, what year are you on?
Trzytrcl: I’m starting 2012 and will have it ready for you
to finish after lunch. Let’s end this.
Quextrycl: How?
Trzytrcl: No one knows what happens this far into the
future on calendars but us right? Let’s just tell them
that’s it. That was the last one. There are no more years
after 2012. The world ends and stuff. The beauty is no one
can contradict us because no one else has been working on
it, so we’re the only people who know.
Quextrycl: Wait. That’s freaking brilliant! I like it.
Let’s do it. Hell, by the time 2012 gets here and people
find out we made it up, we’ll be long gone walking the sky
path of the stars.
Trzytrcl: Awesome!
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