#Olmec Bark

[voidbears-oc-stash]

Waffle: *hisses!* MEOW! *they jump into the Void droid once it stumbles by and starts ATTACKING the grubs! swatting them like a cat! VERY angy! they also bark at the grubs! you'd ALSO swear the kid's getting BIGGER!? and a silent but ever growing LOUDER cracking sound can be heard from'em? Notebuster- ya might wanna- uh GET INVOLVED- *

Notebuster pries Waffle off of The Voiddroid before saying, in his real voice, "Let me handle this."

Firefly moves out of the way so Notebuster can observe and help more properly

Pester, thankfully, was unharmed. They look at Notebuster and, in the tiniest voice you can imagine, says "please don't hurt me. I'm aware!"

Notebuster pats Pester with a single finger, before summoning a small pink void crystal to put all the non-sapient Hitchhiker Grubs on, plucking them off of Olmec and Stinger, and making sure Aych didn't have any extras on her. After it is all settled, Notebuster gets a better look at Pester. "I heard all Void Fauna had a chance of Hyperintelligence, but I did not realize it extended to even the bugs." his speaker spoke for him.

"I didn't either till they begged me to not pluck them off at my stop near the carnivorous fields." Aych admits

Pester says nothing and just goes back to being comfy in Aych's head feathers.

"Intriguing." Notebuster's screen spoke. "I think I can keep these others as pets. Mom would like having some home around. It would be too dangerous to put a pink void crystal back into the void nowadays, anyways."

[tlatollotl]

why does the Popol Vuh claims that the Olmec came to Mexico in “ships of bark”, is it lying?

I’m curious about your source of information. Where in the Popol Vuh does it say the Olmec came to Mexico in ships of bark? Or that they traveled from the east?

Literal version,

http://www.mesoweb.com/publications/Christenson/PV-Literal.pdf

More narrative version,

http://www.personal.psu.edu/abl128/PopolVu/PopolVuh.pdf

Perhaps you are thinking of instead their oral history saying their ancestors, Maya not Olmec, came from a city to the east. But that means they were coming from Yucatan and crossing the sea near the Isthmus of Tehuantepec. And their ancestors would not have been so ancient. They were likely people from Chichen Itza or Mayapan.

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[tas-ss7a]

The Brutal History of Ball Game by Steven

This is Steven and here is a new blog. And today I will be talking a lot lot and lot about an ball game. Don’t worry! It is not too boring so be excited. Anyway, this blog is going to tell you specifically about Mesoamerican ball game.

Opps, not the the pin ball game. Sadly :(

The harsh Ball Game of the Mesoamerican. So let get started! The Olmecs was the one who started this game around 1500 B.C. The Maya around A.D. 700, tweaked it. Finally the Aztecs around A.D. 1400, nailed it. So these are people or tribes are part of this region; we don’t have the Inca included though. So this is a game that need a very solid rubber ball that weigh about 10 pounds, 1 to 4 people on a team and they would play it on a stone court. And people need to wear protections like helmets, pads and thick belts. We are still not sure about the rules of this game but basically it’s just keep the ball from dropping to the ground with your hips. Almost like volleyball without nets. Would you think this ball is heavy and you have to don’t let the ball touch the ground? It will HURT a lot! So how did this game started? The Mesoamerican ball game began in an area where the Castilla elastica tree grew. There will be a milky-white latex that would be dripping by cutting a thin line in the bark. The liquid would drip out into a cup and be mixed with juice from a white morning glory flower to create a rubbery latex. Then it will shaped into a ball and hardened.

Now we understand how is this ball made, let move on to how this affect to these Mesoamerican life. It has been included in tombs and at religious shrines. The game was associated with prestige and social standing, and only the wealthy people can actually afford to play this game. So the Olmecs continue to play this game and then the Mayans start to added some more things in it. So first of all, they believe this game make the gods happy. If you lost in this game at that time, you will be DEAD! You will be sacrifice and normally they will cut off your head. This game can even replace a war that was about to start, instead of fighting in the war you can join this game. The Mayans also added a ring for anyone in the game to who wanted to get a bonus point.

The Aztecs was interested with all of these new things. They have many vases and sculptures show the death of the losing team. Some of The Spanish watch the game and I rather not to play this game. Because The Spanish reported that the game could cause tons of injuries. Deep swollen bruises, broken bones and even death when a player was hit in the head or an unprotected area by the heavy ball are examples of bad things it could happen to you. Now that very brutal and scary! Even though it has a lot injuries, we still have people playing this game in the world. A slightly less violent version of the game is called Ulama and it is played in Mexico.

The end of this blog is here BYE! Wait for more blogs.

[tas-ss7a]

The Ancient Maya Empire: It Flourished and Mysteriously Ended by Alyssa.

Hiiiiiiii, welcomeee backkk to anotherr blogg!! It's me, Alyssa :)) 

So... today im going to talk about The ancient of the Maya empire. This article is about the Maya empire flourished and mysteriously ended. Let’s get started!!! 

The Maya Empire was centered in what is now Guatemala. The Maya excelled at agriculture, pottery, writing, calendar-making and mathematics. They left behind an astonishing  amount of amazing artwork and architecture.

So as you guys may know or not know yet, Mesoamerica is a term used to describe Mexico and Central America before the Spanish conquered the region in the 16th century. The Maya civilization was one of the most dominant societies of Mesoamerica. It covered parts of Mexico, Guatemala, Belize, Honduras, and El Salvador. The Maya lived in three separate sub-areas. They built the great stone cities and monuments that have fascinated explores and scholars worldwide. 

Maya farmers were very successful. The earliest Maya settlements date to around 1800 B.C, the beginning of what is called the Preclassic or Formative Period. They grew crops such as corn, beans, squash and cassava. The Maya borrowed a number of religious and cultural traits from the Olmec, including their number system and famous calendar. In addition to agriculture, the Preclassic Maya also displayed more advanced cultural traits.They built pyramids and cities and inscribed stone monuments. 

Religion played a big role in their society. The Classic Period began around A.D 250. It was the golden age of the Maya Empire. Classic Maya civilization grew to about 40 cities. The Maya population may have reached 2 million. Maya  cities were surrounded and supported by a large population of farmers. The Maya were deeply religious. They worshiped various gods related to nature. The classic Maya built many of their temples and palaces in a stepped pyramid shape. They were the first to use the number zero. They also developed a complex calendar based on 365 days. For the early paper and books, the Maya also made paper from tree bark and wrote in books made from this paper. The Maya took the advantage of the area’s many natural resources, including limestones, salt, and the volcanic rock obsidian for tools and weapons. 

Overall, for me, the Maya empire is a powerful empire because they developed lots of stuff that people use now like paper, books, calendars, tools, weapons and much more. The Maya didn't just disappear because several million descendants are still alive today. 

So that's all for today, see you guys in the next blog =))) byeeeeeeee