OK, imagine this. I've got a dude in college who's a cool, smart guy. Great dude, awesome player, really knew how to make an optimized character and then play it LIKE a character. Loved him as a player.
Hated, hated, hated him as a DM. First major game, we're skyrocketing in levels while totally awesome shit was happening. Awesome shit we had no control over, and no way of influencing. Level 6 and my samurai's stronghold being attacked by a great wyrm red dragon? No problem, because my "second" goes super-saiyan and conjures massive roots from the ground to strangle it to death. Plot EXP is falling on our heads and within 2 months we're all level 14+, but we're still wielding MASTERWORK WEAPONS because we've had fuck-all chance to earn treasure.
When taht game fell apart and he started a new one, he basically said "OK, in this campaign world, W, X, Y, and Z never happen." Yep, within 3 gaming sessions we'd seen W, X, and Y, and we were all standing around waiting for Z, and motherfucker, Z happens. Coulda thrown us for a loop, kept us in suspense, no, smacked us across the face with it.
Folklore major. Sure you're a great storyteller. But why were we even fucking there? Write a novel or some shit, dude.