Brian D'Amato The Sacrifice Game
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Marena Park, Warren Interactive Entertainment
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By Joachim (Jed) Carlos Xul Mixoc DeLanda
For General Release To post at noon, EST, on December 19, 2012 Contact: None
Indiantown, Florida, USA
4 Lamat, 12 Sac, 12.19.19.15.9
4 Sundog, 12 Whiteness, on the ninth Kin of the fifteenth Uinal of the nineteenth and last Tun of the nineteenth and last Katun of the twelfth and last Baktun
Thursday, October 30, 2012 5:42:08 P.M.
To All, Whom It Concerns:
five four three almost there one zero tap.
Whoa.
Thats it. Ive done it.
Let me catch my breath here for a second.
Okay.
I didnt expect it, but just now, at the moment I tapped that icon, II guess I should say even I-felt a twinge, and more than a twinge, of that gray free-falling terror, that it was really happening, and that it wasnt reversible. Was there any guilt in the twinge? Hmm. Remorse, yes. Nausea that it had come to this? Sure. But guilt? I guess not. It wont hurt, for one thing. In fact, you wont even notice.
What I just did was-all I did-was I bought a hundred standard five-thousand-bushel corn contracts for February delivery, effective at the opening of the Chicago Board of Trade tomorrow. At 5:41:59 P.M. a bushel was at $7.10, so this only-only-took $3,550,000.00 out of my main Schwab account. I realize it doesnt sound like this transaction could be a very big event. Certainly not something that will end the whole place. I mean, end the world. And I dont mean just the world as we know it either. I mean the world, like everything.
But it will. According to calculations using Warrens latest (2.3 Beta) version of the Sacrifice Game software-a spectacularly accurate proprietary prediction tool, of which a little more later-the trades going to drive up the price at the worst possible time. This will set off a very unfortunate sequence of events. Eighteen minutes from now, the second domino-that is, thats what Im calling the second key event out of what Im visualizing as a row of dominoes that will culminate in the end of us humans-the second domino will tip over as the Board of Trade software notices after-hours trading spiraling up at geometric rate that, just before it pulls the plug, will reach U.S. $1,244.02 per second. The third domino will fall exactly four hours and 21.02 minutes from now, as the Hang Seng sees a similar thing happening and suspends its own trading in all corn, wheat, barley, soy, and of course rice. And then, tomorrow morning, when the CBT opens at the ungodsly hour of 6:00 A.M., the fourth domino will fall as every hick trader and his adelphogamic brother jumps on the hay wagon and tries to buy as much-as many? as much piles of staples as they can get their flippers on. At 8:48 P.M., Central time, the CBT will suspend all trading-Domino Number Five-and, on November 2, three trading days from now, the first of the food riots will start, in Deqen Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture, in Yunan, China. Thatll be the sixth domino. By the next morning, over sixteen thousand people will have died in the riots, mainly in Shenzhen, Dongguan, and Guangzhou-and those will inspire another, much larger riot in Gujarat-but were getting ahead of ourselves. And anyway, by Number Seven youll have seen a lot of all this on the news. So lets skip ahead to the morning of-well, youve already heard about the date. Its the big one, the one thats caused so much storm and stress. The last domino-its a bigger number than nine, but smaller than, say, thirty-one-will fall on December 21, 2012, or in our reckoning, that is, 12.19.19.17.19, of the fourth Overlord and the third Gold Sun. And on that date, just like a whole lot of kooks,
New Agers, and pantophobics have babbled about for what seems like another thirteen baktuns already, thatll be it, the last of the last, the EOE, as we call it at the Warren Family of Caring Companies. The End of Everything.
For years now, when people heard that I was a Maya, theyd ask me what woo-wooey supernatural event was going to happen on that day, and Id usually say something like Nothing you need to know about. Or, often, just Nothing. Well, now somethings going to happen. Or, in an active sense, Nothing. Only, there wont be anything supernatural about it. Ill have done it all myself. With my little cursor. Whatever humans are alive on earth, including the lady next door, the pope, you, the president, myself, and even the crew of seven aboard the International Space Station-wholl last a little longer than the others, but not much-will be the last humans ever. And, possibly, the last consciousnesses ever. I hope.
Why?
Well, because, it wont matter why, will it? In fact this whole exercise-I mean, writing this-seems pointless. I mean, to write a deposition for posterity when, if all goes well, as it will, there wont be any posterity. There wont even be any extraterrestrial archaeologists coming around to ask questions about the collapse of humanity. Most people will barely have time to read this before they wink out into zeroness. Still, I do feel that at least some of you, short-lived or not, deserve an explanation.