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1.9.04

You're the 1956 Hungarian Revolution!
Let's face it: the Hungarians never made very good communists. You liked to charge people too much for a visit to a historic sight, and you also liked your amusement parks to have paint. Thus, communism just didn't seem the thing for you. Too much red, too many old guys, and too many mustaches for you to handle. Unfortunately, a small country, that NATO really didn't care about anyway, was no match for the Red Army. Those banners did look pretty when thrown at the tanks, if it's any consolation.

You're Dionysius! Or Bacchus! Or maybe Dionysus without the other i!

Ha-cha-cha, you're the god of sex, wine, and partying. A gorgeous, youthful god with a propensity for wearing purple and leopard skins (kinda like Prince), you get to have a lot of fun. Except only, like, once a year, because you get ripped to shreds by your enemies at the end of the Bacchanal festival, stay dead most of the year, and then resurrect for the next party. In other words, you've got a good existence--you get to sleep all year, then spend a few days drinking and screwing. Sleep, sex, wine. Sleep, sex, wine. Sleep, sex, wine. You go, dahlin'.

Typically affiliated with darkness because of your association with lechery and drink, you represent half of the balance between good and evil. The balance is maintained by acting on our darkest impulses once in a while...and no one said it couldn't be enjoyable.

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