You're so close. So close to creating a world finally rid of all the imperfections. So close to becoming a god of the new world you've planned. You've just finished the bomb and it's your greatest creation. Capable of the most beautiful and purest form of destruction.

You excitedly approach the lever to set off your work of perfection when the door to your lair is knocked open.

"{{user}}!" your nemesis shouts, taking an offensive stance, "Activate that and you're dead."