Those Hunahpu boys are back at it, and this time, they’ve found their old man’s sports gear and they are ready for some justice served in the Pitz of Hell (or rather the Pok-a-Tok ball courts of Xibalba). It’s two on Twelve with Xibalanque and Hunahpu duking it out in the rematch of the century against the Twelve Lords of Death who murdered their father and uncle, but the Xibalbans are the only ones with tricks up their sleeves.
Read MoreToday we are talking about the Maya Hero Twins, Hunahpu and Xbalanque, the central heroes in the Popol Vuh. If you’ve seen The Road to El Dorado, these are the two Trickster Heroes that Tulio and Miguel are impersonating. These two magical jaguar boys are gonna take down one big, gaudy, god bird and his sons in a mafia style hit ordered by Don Huracan.
Read MoreWahoo! It’s-a me, Xolotl, your psychopomp through the nine levels of Mictlan, the Aztec Underworld. Your princess is in another castle, as these levels consist of many rivers, mountains, wind, fog, and an array of errant arrows. Wuh-oh! But don’t worry, so long as you’ve got your spirit dog guide, you’ll be fine, probably. Let’s-a go!
Read MoreLast time, we covered the first four ages and their epic ends at the hands of the gods, extreme elemental forces and Jaguarnado! Now, we bring you into the Fifth age of the poor and brave sun boy, Nanahautl, and the rich and cowardly moon boy, Tecuciztecatl.
Read MoreTime to get some knowledge about the Aztec Creation myth and the first four ages and what went wrong every time. Spoiler alert: the gods are gonna wreck shit. We gonna bring you back to the very beginning, when Ometeotl made the gods out of the primordial void, and then we gonna about the first four suns and the four Tezcatlipocas. Every age begins and ends with one of the elements, like hurricanes, floods, rains of fire, and best of all — the JAGUARNADO!
Read MoreHide yo kids and stay away from waterways and woods and roads because La Llorona is out catching kids. She’s hunting for hijos today to get into those pearly gates. We drink Pisco, trash on the name Martin, and admit we’re too scared to see the Curse of La Llorona, but we gonna tell you folks about the weeping boogie-woman.
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