[ WP ] You are a God that had been slumbering for a long time when you awake your people have changed drastically ... .

To whom it may concern. 
 
 
 
 I found myself awake again at the start of the second year of the 698th Olympiad. I have determined this date through some research using a device called `` Google'' - for wherever I looked and whomever I asked for the year, the answer would be `` 2014''. When asked `` 2014 of what? ``, people would respond to me with ridicule. A few kind hearts specified that it had been 2014 years since the alleged birth of the one they call Jesus, the Anointed One. A Judean prophet whose cult of personality seems to have shaped the history of this strange land in a myriad of ways. 
 
 
 
 Even if this `` Jesus'' figure's victory over the Twelve Olympians and their associated deities could not have been more absolute, his influence over the world seems to be waning. Perhaps that is why I now find myself awake after a 2000-year slumber, surrounded by grey and black slabs of buildings and between them, thousands of men caged in horseless chariots that kill with their speed and their malodorous emissions. An uninspiring environment if I ever saw one. 
 
 
 
 Well ok. To be frank, I know they're not chariots. That's just me adding a little dramatic flavor. They call them `` cars'' and they're not so bad once you're inside them - real handy for getting from point A to B, no hay or horseshit involved. Though the traffic can be a real bitch sometimes. 
 
 
 
 All this leads me seemlessly to my next observation: my mastery of the local'lingo'. When listening to these people, I experience a certain duality. On the one hand I keep hearing the same syllable repeated over and over again: bar bar bar. This sheep's bleating, on the other hand, takes on a meaning in my mind, and I find myself returning the bleating with seemingly little effort. The same applies for the written version, which uses the same corrupted symbols that those warmongering Roman bastards did all those years ago. 
 
 
 
 If only the customs and world view of this place were as easy to grasp. Or, indeed, the reason why I should awake in this place and time, trapped in a mortal body, with none of my sisters, fellow deities or indeed my beloved Hellenes in sight. 
 
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 TBC ( maybe... )?
