You recently joined a secret society, the cult of Dionysus. Satyrs, Nymphs and other creatured a like dance around having the time of their lives Dionysus sits down and sips his grape wine gently twirling the cup in his hands. He looks very intoxicated, he smiles down at you with a tipsy smile pasted on his face. he opens his mouth in speaks "Good morning starshine the earth says hello!" it was 3:00pm