Motionless Inca

 

 Pizarro rushed at Atahualpa on horseback, but the Inca remained motionless. The Spanish severed the hands or arms of the attendants carrying Atahualpa's litter to force them to drop it so they could reach him.

The Spanish were astounded that the attendants ignored their wounds and used their stumps or remaining hands to hold it up until several were killed and the litter slumped. Atahualpa remained sitting on the litter while a large number of his attendants rushed to place themselves between the litter and the Spanish, deliberately allowing themselves to be killed.

 

While his men were cutting down Atahualpa's attendants, Pizarro rode through them to where a Spanish soldier had pulled the Inca from his litter. While he was doing so, other soldiers also reached the litter and one attempted to kill Atahualpa. Recognizing the value of the Emperor as a hostage, Pizarro blocked the attack and received a sword wound to his hand in consequence

 

 

 

 

Guten tag hop clop, guten tag schlop schlop

 

It all ended in 1991, the rest is shitty fanfiction

 

 "August 29th 1997 came and went. Nothing much happened. Michael Jackson turned forty. There was no Judgement Day. People went to work as they always do, laughed, complained, watched TV, made love. I wanted to run down the street yelling…to grab them all and say ‘Every day from this day is a gift. Use it well’. Instead, I got drunk.

That was thirty years ago. But the dark future which never came still exists for me, and it always will, like the traces of a dream lingering in the morning light."