What do you do when you've broken the world?

Mischief is the Trickster, the godling of chaos: she's Loki, Hermes, Satan, Raven, Anansi, all in one...born to stir the pot, disturb the complacent, light the fires of change and creativity.

But Mischief gets a bit lazy, lets things slide, and the shine comes off the world; a dull sameness sets in, the very condition she was created to prevent. Called to account for her failure, she presents a plan to fix the results of her backsliding.

Of course, she's the Trickster; did she ignore her duties by accident, or on purpose? Only Mischief knows. But she's given permission to go ahead and reintroduce a little chaos to the world. Except she manages to release a lot of chaos. A whole lot.

The heavenly court thought the world was out of balance before; now it's shattered. Mischief is told to fix it, again; failure this time means both the world, and herself, will be torn down and replaced.

Has the Trickster tricked herself into oblivion?