Excerpt from 'The End Of Days – The Complete Annihilation Of Humanity, Or Just A Beautiful Dream?'

Memories Of The Before Times

A Chronicle Of Life In The Post-Maya Apocalypse 

All Rights Reserved, The RobScenity 2014

Part One – A Rude Awakening

    I hardly know where to begin. It's 2014, a full two years since that terrible year 2012, the year in which the famous calendar of the Maya simply stopped. There had been many theories regarding the reason for this mysterious cessation, but none were as chilling as the actual facts. Most of these theories were centered around the 'End of the World' theme, although each theory hypothesized a different manner in which the 'end' would manifest itself – environmental cataclysms, alien invasion leading to a struggle resulting in the complete annihilation of the planet, the sun going super-nova – usual end of the world conceptions. But one common thread was woven throughout all the varied notions: it was a great fucking excuse. It neatly absolved humanity of any blame. The catastrophic destruction of our home world was not our doing, someone or something other than mankind was responsible (for once). The actual truth of the matter was far more horrifying, more damning, than anything the Great Thinkers of our time could ever conceive. For, you see, the Maya had not correctly predicted the end of the world, the destruction of all we know and hold dear. No, they had simply become bored with the whole calendar making gig. At one of the Calendar Planning Committee's monthly logistics and pancake breakfast meetings, the Chairman of the C.P.C. rose from his short-stack with a side of sausage and called for the attention of all present.

    “Right. Here's the deal. We've been making these fucking things for, what? A couple thousand years now? And are any of them really that much different than the others? I would think that after a few millennium, people would probably have the basic formula memorized, no? So rather than sweat it out over the creation of yet another tribute to the grand notion of 'same old same old', why don't we just say piss on it and grab ourselves a different and more satisfying hobby. Waddaya say?”  

    All this was, of course, spoken in the ancient tongue of the Maya, (which I neither speak nor write, and I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume you don't either), so for ease of understanding and a far less confusing read, I have chosen to relay the tale in what was once known as 'English'. However, regardless of the language, the underlying sentiment remains: after several thousand years of doing the same thing over and over, the Maya were just tired of the project, and decided to nix the whole thing. They threw over the safe, predictable pastime of drafting identical groupings of days, weeks, months and years for something more instantly gratifying. What that was, no-one knows, making it a greater mystery than the abrupt end of the thing that has kept firemen and adorable kittens in the public eye for eons.      The practical upshot of the entire event is this: humanity could no longer blame all their bullshit on some nameless, faceless scapegoat. See, it was just easier to think, “Hey! We're all going to die in some hideous, unknown way, but at least it's not our fault!”, than to think, “Oh, shit. 2012 came and went and nothing happened. We're stuck living with all the crappy stuff we've done to the planet and to each other, with no one to point our judgmental, self-righteous fingers at or put the blame on!” Creepy, huh? For most of our species, it would be far more desirable to face complete and total extermination than to take responsibility for our own actions.      And so, here we sit. After years of preparation, decades of planning, endless hours of pondering the end of existence as we know it and to whom we should attach the blame for the aforementioned, we are left with the far more frightening reality that nothing has changed and that we, ourselves, may in some minuscule way be partially responsible for our shitty situation.

    As I said, nothing has really changed that much. Well, maybe a few things came out the back end of the Post Maya Apocalypse slightly altered. Take the Jehovah's Witnesses, for instance: they still come knocking at our doors as they have always done, but now they don't say anything – they just stand there on the porch and smirk.   

Part 2 coming soon.

As always, be safe.

TRS