FuelDrop |
You can't wish to be something you already are, it makes it incorruptible! That's cheating!
NINJAS?!? why did they have to be ninjas?
ok: Your wish is granted, I will not foul up my wish.
I wish that my supposed plan to kill the queen was so fantastically awesome and epic that it makes me an instant legend across the internet before my execution. (after all, if you're going to fail you may as well fail so spectacularly that forevermore people point and say 'wow, he f***ed up GOOD!')
FuelDrop |
Granted! you go to the machine and it scans your taste buds, sends experimental impulses into your brain, then calculates exactly what you want.
No-one knows why it does this, as it gives you exactly what it gives everyone else: a cup of brown goo almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
I wish I was 20% more awesome.
Braingamer |
Granted!
You have just finished constructing a model of an A-10 Thunderbolt, taking you roughly 14.2 straight hours. "Gee whillikers, that was thirsty work!" you exclaim, and you grab your last can of Coke. Ice-cold, drops of condensation coat the outside. You begin to salivate as your parched throat begs for liquid. Suddenly, as you open the can with that distinctive noise (that for reasons of maintaining some semblance of my pride I will not attempt to transcribe), you hear a muffled WHOOMPH from above your head. A strange, orange multi-tentacled THING has appeared on top of your head, and it extends a proboscis, drinks the entire can of Coke, covers your head and shoulders with a strange liquid that you suspect may be urine, then teleports away in a flash and burst of flame. The flame results in the top of your head being seared, leaving you with a marvellous tonsure. You are now partially bald, sticky, disgusted, and still very thirsty.
I wish I knew how to avoid this impending TPK.
Signore di Fortuna |
Granted, you write a story about three puppies and their adventures on a farm. They help a little boy solve mysteries and navigate space. The book sells millions of copies and all proceeds are donated to the ASPCA. You're a worldwide success as a philanthropist and role model, until your underground dog fighting group exposes your for the heartless fraud you are.
I wish I didn't stress about the holidays so much.
Charlie Bell RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16 |
Charlie Bell RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16 |
Marthian |
That wasn't so bad
"Pah! I'm not going to let some arrogant fool mortal and his wish-granting djinn or whatever change the weather on a whim!"
It rains on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. And the week after. And the next week. And the next week. And well, yeah it just rains forever afterwards.
I wish it'd stop raining. It's been four freakin' months now. I can't even find the downstairs anymore...
Tirq |
You married to a mermaid for an entire, horrible year learning to breath in water just to be with her, when she decides to get devorced. She takes your money, your house, your dog, and your Conch Shell.
I wish I had a group to play Pathfinder with here... something's better than nothing...
Charlie Bell RPG Superstar 2015 Top 16, RPG Superstar 2013 Top 16 |
Braingamer |
Granted!
You join a game, and it is a great group. The gameplay is simply fantastic. It is all you ever dreamed it would be.
Then, shortly after the first encounter, the GM goes on vacation.
For 6 months.
When he returns, he discovers that his house was burgled and all his Pathfinder goodies were stolen, as well as his prize stuffed bear and boxed sets of Star Trek:TNG. The crushing despair results in him completely forgetting about the game, and it never resumes.
I wish I could grow a moustache.
Tirq |
Team ico stops fighting and they finish The Last Guardian just as you said... except that because of their non-fighting, each member decided to make the game their own way, resulting in not a comprehensible game, but a game that is considered worse than E.T. the game.
I wish I could fall asleep earlier at night, around 11:00 p.m. instead of 1:00 a.m. or 2:00 a.m.
Marthian |
Wow, you just broke this game. No one is heartless enough to grant a corrupted version of that wish. And if there is...well, I'm sorry.
Granted. Rather than this awful nightmare, the guys get a cold, reflects on life, realize this is an awful idea and very evil at that, and thus never do it.
I hope that worked. (I'm on the impression two colds on bad guys that prevent this whole mess is better than so many deaths. I hope the families are doing ok.)
Tirq |
As per the rules of this thread, I am FORCED to make it so that you are not Evil. Well... You are not evil with the concistence of the Vabula Tribe of South East Golarion. They're cannibals, and it is a good act in their culture to be a cannibal! And then there's the McGngng Clan of the North! They think it's good to steal, murder, and jaywalk! Man... bet you're wishing for something different now.
I wish for my cat to be bald!