You win, kinda

Treating all men equally and working together to build a better future worked great for a while. We put out the fires and restored the crumbling city wall. We nursed back to health all the men who had been injured in the war. We managed to rebuild the entire town in a matter of days. But people couldn't get the idea of an all powerful leader out of their heads. They couldn't bring themthelves to believe that such great things, such powerful things, could be achieved simply by showing compassion for one another. So they praised me for all the good they had done. They kissed my hands and bowed at my feet. They gave me gifts and wrote songs about my greatness. They vowed to do whatever I asked of them. Well, it didn't take long for that power to go to my head. I began asking personal favours of them. Just little things at first, bathing me in almond milk, fanning me with palm leaves and feeding me seedless grapes. But the more they treated me like a king, the more I believed I was one. And the more I believed I was a king, the more I acted like a tyrant. Long story short, I'm the bad guy now. Actually I have another job for you, if you're interested? Last week the people organised a great party to celebrate my birthday. I have judged their efforts to be insufficient. The jelly did not posses the desired amount of wobble. I failed to pin the tail on the donkey and the magician was unable to make my sadness disappear. Punish them.