This is odd and I don't know why I'm the only one who has realized that its happened.

Yesterday, me and my husband Og were down by the big field, the one with the large purple and grey rock. He was hunting mammoths and I was searching for herbs. The hunt was unsuccessful, but we had plenty of berries and went into a cave to sleep. This morning, at about 11:11 a.m. I knew because suddenly there was a watch around my wrist. I've never seen one before, but there it was and I knew what it was for. A large flash lit up the sky and our world was gone. I don't know where this alien planet is, but it certainly isn't home. We don't live in houses, or drive cars. We sleep in caves and if lucky the animals we hunt don't drag us very far. And we aren't suppose to have the internet, we communicate through interpretive dance and smoke signals.

Yes, the Mayans were life, it was the end of the world and I seem to be the only one who notices.

To be honest. I don't mind that the world is different. I hated being clubbed over the head every time Og wanted to try for a child and it sure is nice not worrying about being eaten by a Saber tooth Tiger. I could get use to this world. The only thing I don't understand is why the Mayans were so cruel to leave me with a penis. Bunch of pricks.