Granted. You become master of the clouds; you have free reign to make any shape, color, size, and type of cloud that your heart desires. However, as time goes on, you become so preoccupied with your new ability that you soon realize you've created far too many. In a freak accident, they all begin to release water at once. In this deluge, the Earth's water rises to a dangerously high level. Now in a frantic panic, you attempt to erase your clouds, only to realize that you never wished for the ability to destroy those you create. You then climb a hill to the highest peak and begin to shout to those below, in hopes that they will hear and join you in safety. To your surprise, everyone hears, scrambling to the hill. The rain stops. Amidst the celebration, your joy soon turns to sorrow as you realize that it was too late - everything beneath has already been submerged in water, laying it to waste. What began as an innocent desire has now turned to a nightmare. The reality of it all begins to haunt you; in your despair, you do a canon ball off the hill - plummeting to your death.