Lo and behold, it ends... But only because the world ended on 12/21/12 I don't think it will. Nor do I think the Mayans said the world would end: just media ratings upping.
I wish the next person a merry christmas.
Granted the insanity stops but Facebook was attacked by anonymous and so no one can go onto facebook and all your personal info was stollen.
Granted! You can now smite all alignments, including chaotic evil. When you have the eventual facepalm moment due to the cleric acting dumb, you end up smiting yourself back to the Abyss.
I wish that certain "organizations" would stop using tragedies to further their own zealous and hateful agendas.
Granted! You have the anterior cingulated cortex, the dorsal lateral prefrontal cortex and the parietal cortex removed, so that you can`t lie anymore, and receive a chirurgy certificate, everyone will believe what you say is truth!
I wish i had fencing lessons at high school...
For Great Justice wrote:
Granted. There is an edit button for you to retract your words. Or you could even delete. Trouble is i've quoted you and it's stuck.
I wish my wife wasn't locked up for the holidays.
Congratulations on becoming an eldrich abomination from the far realms. unfortunately, now anything that you formerly counted as 'sane' will cause a brain collapse.
I wish that someone would go up-thread, find the wish that got ninja'd before it was granted, and grant it.
Wish granted. Everyone is teleported to Golarion and forgotten realms! Its a shame no one knows how to get out...
Hey, if this means I get to be a Half-Dragon (or Were Dragon works too), I don't even want out. Silly real world
Kalenz's wish is granted. However, it was ill-gotten. You killed many men, women, and children for it. So many it's put you into depression for the rest of your money-filled days (By RAW, money doesn't buy happiness.)
I wish those adventurers would stop trying to raid my home cave. I don't go raiding their homes for treasure, why should they?
Granted! Candide, one of the best satirical novels of all time, is about a boy who believes that we live in the best of all possible worlds. Then a whole bunch of bad things happen to him to convince him otherwise. It was written by Voltaire in 1759. And now you are sad, because you thought it was a delicious type of French candy.
I wish I had some delicious French candy right now.
Granted. You now have a delicious french macaroon stuffed with a candied duck spleen cream, glazed with frog's blood, and wrapped in sugared tripe.
I wish my job was more exciting.