You're a teenager. You know what that means: it's time to pick your political ideology! You think to yourself what you think fits you best, when suddenly you hear a knock at the door. "Ah! Comrade!" A thick, Russian voice says. Suddenly, a man dressed in full soviet uniform bursts through your room in a tank, leaving a comedically large hole in your wall. He climbs out and dusts himself off. "I heard you have been thinking of politics! May I introduce you to a little thing called: socialism?" "Back off!" A loud voice shouts. Suddenly, a military uniformed man enters, carrying an axe bundled in sticks. "This one's mine, commie. They're alone in their bedroom thinking about politics, they'd obviously like fascism." Suddenly, an explosion is heard as the wall faces another round of abuse from a self made explosive. A leather jacketed man in a helmet enters, the anarchist symbol painted on his headgear. "Don't listen to them! They want to control you, anarchism is the only way to true freedom!" The three extremists begin bickering loudly, before turning to you and grumbling. "Fine, Anarchy." Fascism grumbles. "We'll let this one decide for themselves."