Morpheus reels back as the symphony begins to sound. He understands the consequences of your actions even if you do not yet. One by one, the brooms march on, carrying their buckets of water. Alone, each one would be a laughable sight. Combined, however, their mass rocks the dojo and alarms the nearby wildlife.
You dash out of the dojo to the relative safety of the mountains in the distance. Slowly but surely, the brooms follow, hauling the great sloshing payload. Realizing that you need a better strategy, you bother the local coven of witches at their mountaintop oasis. Word travels swiftly in this virtual world, and you have heard much about their magic-suppressing ring. You intend to use the ring to immobilize the brooms and prevent more from spawning. Meanwhile, you spill some dust in your path to temporarily distract the brooms.
Though initially reluctant to part with their ring, the witches are shameless flirts. Using your most potent wiles, you effectively seduce them. Despite a struggle, you manage to pry the ring from their pleasure-clenched fingers. With one triumphant motion, you secure the ring about the wand. As the music softly dies, you feel the mountain shake as 10000 inanimate brooms collapse under weight of their buckets of water.
Conveniently, your bucket-supplied deluge puts out a massive forest fire. You are lauded as a virtual hero, and you enjoy many virtual years (actual hours) of escapades before you emerge an experienced king, an accomplished scholar, and a weathered warrior. The real world has no idea what it's in for.