One night, as I sat in the meadows, a slight breeze began to blow. As I stared off into the distance, I could see what appeared to be a faint swirling of dust. It appeared to be moving toward me, almost as if it were alive in some way. I tried to stand, to move out of it's path, but I couldn't. All I could do was stare at it. As the dust swirl came closer, I could make out faces in it, hear voices coming from it. The voices seemed to be calling to me, beckoning me to join them. One voice spoke out above the rest. He said that my antics amused him and that by joining him, I would have special abilites. I'd be able to cause more mischief than I'd ever dreamed possible. All I had to do was step into the swirling chaos and all I desired would be mine. I couldn't help but wonder if all this could be true, but I also could not resist the lure of his promises. I stood and approached the swirling chaos. As I stepped into the swirl, darkness surrounded me, and I knew that I had become the Master Mischief Maker.