When I was 8 I started making cookies. They were popular with my dog, then throughout the whole neighbourhood. The day after I turned 9 I was approached by my grandmother who was interested in helping me make cookies for the town. We started producing them a lot faster when she brought some of her elderly friends to help, and before I knew it we had 10,000 cookies ready to be sold. We bought out farms, factories and even mines to produce cookies at ridiculously fast rates, but eventually I found myself seeing cookies whenever I closed my eyes and dreaming of them at night. I was addicted to making cookies.
By the time I was 14 we had pretty much taken over the world with our cookies. Our backyard was a construction site for portals and time machines to other times and dimensions, bringing home trillions of cookies every day. But one day I visited the elderly women's research facility/bingo club and no one was there. I approached the window and saw a sky redder than blood. Hundreds of old women roaming the streets and terrorising the country, all lead by their leader - this really freaky giant old lady worm thing. There was only one thing I could do to stop them, and that was spend 6 trillion cookies for some reason. Not sure why it worked but it did.
As normality returned to the world and cookie production continued at its normal rate, I knew I had saved the world from old women with their crutches and armchairs. Without me who knows what could have happened. Like, really, who knows, just imagine a world run by old women. Creepy. As I looked out my window and saw the sky that had returned to its natural blue colour, I felt the power I had over this world. I run this world with cookies. I am the king, the saviour, I am...
TL;DR: I played Cookie Clicker.