egg soup

You fashion an axe for yourself that is formed out of pure will. As you go to start hacking up the universe(s), they all suddenly rocket towards your face at high speed, screaming "You shall never retrieve the CopyrightInfrigonomicon! We shall feast upon your SOUUUUULLLLL!"

Your head is simultaneously melted, incinerated and exploded into tiny bits by the sheer unstoppable awesome of these impossible screaming witch shards from hell. Permanently.

Next time, maybe rip off your decisions from a guy who doesn't immediately get blinded in the face every time he makes one.