[ WP ] Write a new story about how the universe came into existence .

It was easy really. At least it came easy to me. I ascended to become a God at a relatively young age compared with my peers. Higher beings such as my kind all aspire to create. Some of us get there some do not. My universe is the largest one of it ’ s kind other than the one I currently exist in. As such this has given me a certain social standing. Eventually I will become the High Leader of my people but for now I am considered too young and my Universe too juvenile. I can wait. 
 
 It wasn ’ t hard really, a big bang. That ’ s all you need. I blew up so many things during my childhood trying. Planets, moons. I got in quite a lot of trouble after destroying that a galaxy but I think my teachers knew I was on to something. 
 A big bang. A reaction, just need the correct reaction. What my peers fail to understand is that we just need to create the process of nucleation. With the right porous surface a new universe will simply geyser from the ether into existence. 
 
 There has been a lot of disturbance cosmically lately. Some of our greatest minds are trying to decipher what is going on. Universes are crumpling and destroying themselves every day. There is a theory that we have reached the finite ceiling for the number of universes that can be supported. I ’ m not sure about this, but our finest minds seem to believe me have reached the limits of something that should be limitless. As each new one is created another is destroyed. As such, all universe development and study has been put on hold indefinitely. 
 The ground is shuddering beneath my feet and I hear the constant rumble of worlds being blinked out of existence. If we ’ re not creating, then who is? 
 
 I need to relax. I have a few favourite beings in my Universe I like to observe every now and then. I find their simple happiness calming. Their laughter is like a drug to me, like it is to all benevolent Gods. 
 There ’ s Tom. He ’ s twelve years old and one of the happiest creatures within my universe. He ’ s laughing again. Of course he is, Tom always is. I wish I had more like him. What ’ s he laughing at now, he ’ s sitting in a room watching a screen. Some other humans are talking on there. Ok don ’ t see what ’ s so funny here, but who am I to judge. 
 I focus in more closely and see that one of the humans is about to place a Mentos into a bottle of Diet Coke. 
 
 Oh No. 

