You lived on a rock in the middle of the sea. You were ok - your life was barren, but uncomplicated and decent. Then you caught lightning in your fist. You became god of your own making - the lightning was your vassal. You made fire, cooked food. More fire, stayed warm. More lightning, it hunted for you. More blaze, it built for you. More inferno, it cared for you. Now your rock is nothing, consumed by your own making, what do you do? Drown or burn slow?
