The rats had long been multiplying, and Teotihuacan had become victim to the instability. We were all running, the meaty ground sputtering and bleeding beneath our feet. Our convoy had been overrun before we could make the turn into the temple compound, and the group had been on foot for six minutes. We ran against a current of red mist. Once completed, the world would reset to a time before it went to hell. In this case, 2012. The Madmen screamed wildly in the distance. Before my exsanguination, I heard the Great Serpent’s roar. Transcript of 1203-█: 12/21/2012 Translated Revision