It's like this, see: I've been hopping around to different universes for over a bleeding kiloyear. And all that time, I've never been stuck in one with no hope of getting out. Like... cars. One day you had one, and you drove over your land mass of choice all day long, wherever it please you. You pull up in your driveway and just as you step out of your vehicle it explodes. Then while you're staring dumbfounded at the flames, somebody comes up from behind, smacks you over the head with a crowbar, drags you away and locks you in a room with a load of other people who are also locked in that room.
You and me, we're in that room.
But it's not the same for you, I'll assume, since maybe you've lived your whole life in one room of some other house, and for you this is a change of scenery with nicer windows.
Either way they tell me this universe gets crazy often to keep us occupied- beyond normal crazy- though what's crazy is subject to interpretation, and I haven't yet gotten a chance to interpret.