Gotto wait for it to hit the 21st in the Mayan time zone. After that, we can then forget about the Mayans and forever have them be dead to us.
Is the 21st here, and I can tell you it's very scary and stuff. Zombies, meteors left and right, explosives, screaming people etc etc I'm typing with one hand, and using the other to shoot stuff through my window. I got about 162 zombies so far, and only about 4 non-zombies but hey accidents happen, and I never really liked my neighbors anyway, tbh.
by jhoijhoi
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Since we won't have a Christmas because of this great event that's approaching, I thought I'd make a poem for you all to give you some End of the World holiday spirit :3
'Twas the night before closing, when all through the world
Every creature was stirring, every flower furled.
The fear was flowing, but flowing slowly, with peace,
In hopes that chaos would soon cease.
The children were nestled all scared in their arms,
While visions of family and friends danced like charms
And mamma full of tears, son on her lap
Had just settled down for a long eternity's nap,
When out on the sky there arose a big clatter,
The son sprang to the window to see what was the matter.
Strait to the ground it flew like a flash,
Tore open the town and ripped like a lash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ash.
Gave the luster of mid-night to objects it thrashed.
When, what to any wondering eyes should appear,
But a burning sky and a new frontier.
With a fallen gaze, so dead and slow,
He knew in a moment that soon will bestow
More rapid than eagles all terrors will grow,
And there he had fallen, dead, to the ashen snow.
'Twas the night before closing, when all through the world
Every creature was stirring, every flower furled.
The fear was flowing, but flowing slowly, with peace,
In hopes that chaos would soon cease.
The children were nestled all scared in their arms,
While visions of family and friends danced like charms
And mamma full of tears, son on her lap
Had just settled down for a long eternity's nap,
When out on the sky there arose a big clatter,
The son sprang to the window to see what was the matter.
Strait to the ground it flew like a flash,
Tore open the town and ripped like a lash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen ash.
Gave the luster of mid-night to objects it thrashed.
When, what to any wondering eyes should appear,
But a burning sky and a new frontier.
With a fallen gaze, so dead and slow,
He knew in a moment that soon will bestow
More rapid than eagles all terrors will grow,
And there he had fallen, dead, to the ashen snow.
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