M8 The Sacrifice

      I was growing to sentimental. This i decided as I left Africa behind and traveled to the Americas. I had to do some killing. Poeple were living to long. It was unnaturel. So i decided to help the Mayans out. They only really did sacrifice when things like famine or bad luck happend. So I decided to help.
     I traveled to central america where I saw a Mayan village. I walked in and changed my form by shrouding myself in a color changing darkness. I took the form of a Mayan priest (seen right) I walked up through the village up to a small pyramid structure. It had an alter and a fire pit. I yelled in Mayan for everyone to join me at the Alter.
      In a few minutes there was a substantial amount of people, each with a curios look on there face. "The great sun Kinich Ahau has told me that it is time to make more sacrifices, for if we do not, drought will strike us harder than ever." The crowd let out a collective scream of blood-lust. That made me smile, and I called up a slave. 
    I reached for the jade sacrificial knife, and got four men to stress him out over the alter. I stabbed him in the stomach and reached into his chest. "Light the fire!" A fire was lit at the base of the alter and I pulled out the heart of the sacrifice. I pushed the body off the alter and into the fire.
     I might have been going soft, but a few sacrifices later, i was the opposite of docile.

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     After a few days of my fish-for-work deal, I decided to move on to a new village. I walked for a few days before coming to rest at a small village called  Boma. I had read about this village before, and knew a bit about the history of the place.

     While I was there, the village elder asked me to sing him a song. His name was Gahiji, witch meant the hunter.  He was obviously very respected, and I was honored to sing him a song. But first I had to make one up. There was also a young, tall, heavily muscled man named Sentwali Runihura. His name meant "courageous one who smashes to bits", and he was singing to. We locked eyes, and at that moment we both knew it was a competition. He didn't look very intelligent  and I was confident that my song would be much better. After a few minutes, I thought that I had an idea.

     Call: "Boma your soil is soft!" I sang.

     Response: "Boma your soil is soft!" The village sang back.

     Call: "but 10 wars did not sink you!" the next verse went.

     Response: "but 10 wars did could not sink you!"

     Call: "Your people still stand strong!"

     Response"Your people still stand strong!"

     Runihura stood and stared. He dropped his head in shame and started to leave. I smiled and handed him my last fish-on-a-stick. He returned the smile and walked off. We ate my favorite meal, fresh fish-on-a-stick. That night there was a party.
     There was fun and games, food, fish-on-a-sticks, and drinks. I had a lot of fun and went to bed happy.