Corrupt A Wish Revived

[Lysander]

Granted, but you immediately fall asleep aroung noon the next day.

I wish for a fountain of love.   

[Rakala]

Granted. You love everybody! And not in the sunshine and cookies sort of way, I mean the chloroform and rope sort of way.

I wish for a smiley of myself.

[GabrielsThoughts]

granted... unfortunately all who see it must poop immediately, the seniors of the world fall in love with you.


I wish for magic powers...and stuff.

[Angel]

Granted. You have the power to make stuffing come out of nowhere. Which is only really useful on Thanksgiving.

I wish I could learn dances perfectly the first time I saw them.

[Lisky]

Granted, unfortunately, your powers only apply to the exotic/erotic kinds

I wish i wasn't snowed in at the moment

[Lysander]

Granted, you are now outside unable to get in.

I wish for baroque intelligence.   

[GabrielsThoughts]

granted, your intelligence is broke(n)... which is now possible since you are a Cylon from Battlestar Galactica. sadly your consciousness was not recoverable. 

I wish I had the knowledge of quantum physics and ability required to create an 1600 square foot subspace pocket inside a 200 square foot space. so I could fit a trailer home inside a broom closet and become a millionaire

[Lisky]

Granted, though now you've got the problem of once entering the modified space, you are no longer able to return to the normal world

I wish i had another case of beer... specifically heineken

[shadowterm]

Granted, but you skip drunk, and go straight to hang-over.

I wish I had something to drink.

[Lisky]

Granted... a glass of water magically appears by your hand... in 3 weeks

i wish the liquor store was closer.... even though it's literally a block away

[shadowterm]

granted, you die of liver failure.

I wish ubuntu would read my other hard drive that has all my music.

[GabrielsThoughts]

granted, you now live in Antarctica and  a Xenomorphic penguin named ubuntu materializes... like most  xenomorphic aliens, ubuntu bursts  from your chest with the ability and inteligence needed to read your "other" hard drive and uses the information to make  baby face huggers that sing all your favorite tunes.

I wish for a million wishes.

[shadowterm]

Granted, the resulting negative side affect will be horrible, but not nearly as dragged out as mine. Just kidding. Each wish you make kills a loved one. When all of your loved ones are gone, your favourite past times stop existing, when you run out of those, the resources necessary to live will stop existing, and when you're done with those, every wish makes another organ in your body disappear. Starting with your bones, then muscles, then vital organs in the order in which it would take the most time to kill you. Have a nice day.

I wish it took less effort to write that.

[Darkdragon]

Granted. Your sloth proves to be your undoing, as world rewards hard work somewhat. You get fired, can't get a job, and live out the rest of your life as a homeless person roaming the streets.

I wish to be a Kierkeguardian.

[Lysander]

Granted, but the change of name becomes your only name, no first or last. No one is able to distinguish you as a part of your family and all friends of the few other Kierkeguardians find you, take you, and do various things to you for taking their friend's name.

I wish to see you again.   

[Lisky]

Granted... but it'll be in a little while... AND IN HELL   

i wish i didn't have a creepy reoccurring theme this semester already

[Tyranastrasz]

granted, you have a completely terrifying recurring theme this semester: 

I wish I had delicious cookies in the oven.

[shadowterm]

granted, your oven starts the house on fire.

I wish my brother would get back so we can go race go-carts!  (I'm not immature.)

[Tyranastrasz]

granted, you take your brother to race go-carts. However, you somehow end up at the go-cart racetrack from the Alex Rider series. Needless to say, you both end up dying in a fiery inferno of plastic and hay.

I wish my recordings for the DMFA Radio Project had pristine sound quality.

[GabrielsThoughts]

granted... you now work as a sound engineer at the local radio station. unfortunately you no longer have the time to record lines for the DMFA radio project.


I wish I could contribute more to the DMFA radio project...and with Tyranastrasz out of the way I've decided that I want the role of  the invisible character that hides somewhere in the back of every strip.

[shadowterm]

Granted, he has no lines.

I wish I could voice Jyrras.

[Angel]

Granted. You never said you wanted to be good at it, though. 

I wish my cat was better-behaved.

[Lisky]

Granted, your cat is introduced to my dog, and is therefore confined to places where you can have a large, and creepy looking "stuffed" cat 

i wish i didn't have as graphic an imagination as i do

[shadowterm]

Granted, you now imagine in smells.

I wish basilisk would shut up about his dog already. 

[Tyranastrasz]

Granted, I now begin talking about my dogs. Well, my mom's dogs. Two full-blooded Pit Bulls, sisters and littermates named Roxy and Trixie. Their father weighed about 130 pounds and could pull a sled weighing 1800 pounds in competition. Trixie was my dad's early Christmas present to my mom in 2006, and after about 2 months we got Roxy because we all liked Trixie so much. When we first got them, they couldn't sleep unless they were on someone's lap on one of our recliners. They were also about 50 pounds lighter than they are now, and they still try to sleep on people's laps at least once a day. Recently we adopted a stray boxer/pit bull mix whom we named Lucy, and she has been chewing up our furniture ever since. Now we have a kennel for her, though, so she doesn't get much of a chance to chew things up when we're not around to watch her.

I wish Abel's Story would update today to make up for the missed one over the weekend that Amber was busy with immigration stuff. =/

[Darkdragon]

Granted. Now you have to pay to view the comic.

I wish to befriend Nozdormu, Alexstrasza, Ysera, Malygos, and Neltharion.

[Corgatha Taldorthar]

They mistake your earnestness for desperation and proceed to take advantage of you mercilessly.


I wish life wasn't so stressful.

[Tyranastrasz]

You're banned from getting in my way again! 

I would've had soooo much fun with a wish involving the Aspects...

Anyway, granted; life is no longer quite so stressful. It's now more agonizing than anything, because you are followed around by this guy 

I wish I could corrupt a wish involving the 5 Aspects.

[Darkdragon]

Granted. But now having gained the knowledge that you are very well aware of such lore, I never made such a wish. (Which was sort of why I made it in the first place. Recursive logic for the win!)

I wish I knew what Tyranastrasz would have written for the Aspects wish.

[Tyranastrasz]

Granted; I would have written that Neltharion would instead flip out and evaporate all of Darkdragon's family instead of Malygos', thus preventing the Spell-weaver's descent into madness and eventual death. Then Nozdormu sneezes on Darkdragon and ages him thousands of years. Alextrasza accidentally steps on him, and Ysera blinks in his general direction, giving him terrible nightmares.

I wish I had more time in my day.