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I wish Lucio Parrillo would have a piece of work published that isn't an unnaturally-busty lady or a guy in entirely-too-much shadow.Lucio's outstanding paintings of cigarette butts stimulate him professionally, but he lapses into obscurity, except for you, his only fan. He ends up dying of emphesema from the process of manufacturing subjects for his carcinogenic still-lifes. His studio is so full of butts that the building is cleared by hazmat disposal experts. You then decide to continue his life work, and develop a nicotine and art habit that consumes you in turn.
I wish that HP printer ink were as cheap as oil (as of this post), and not more expensive than gold, as it currently is.
Suddenly the oil wells in Saudi Arabia dry up, and all gold rings (yes, they make up a lot of the gold in the world) turn into a brass-copper composite. Gold suddenly becomes a lot pricier, and oil jumps a few bucks per gallon. A company run out of a garage comes up with a way to turn gasoline to ink, but there is a slight problem in that the printer catches on fire if it gets too hot.
I wish I had an entire fantasy/sci-fi/fiction library all to myself.
Granted. However, you go blind because it appears in a flash, and so you are trapped in the library forever, unable to read anything.
I wish I didn't ever have to get off the computer if I didn't want to.
I wish I didn't ever have to get off the computer if I didn't want to.
GRANTED
Yep, you have to admit: this is the life. You are getting so much more done at work, and in your leisure time no one can touch your l33t skilz on the computer. All of your online gaming opponents swear you are cheating but no one can prove it (technically you're not). All of your co-workers are upset because your incredible productivity is making everyone else look bad; management has noticed because you are the only one that's gotten a decent merit raise.
Right now, you and your teammates are finishing up another raid in the new Pathfinder MMORG. You realize you've gotten too fair ahead of your party again and the server is starting to stutter. You relax, letting the field drop, and time rushes back to normal (well, what everyone else is used to as normal). Once again, you had got too involved in the game and your unique ability to slow time got out of hand. Once the rest of your teammates catch up and finish off the remaining monsters, you allow your power to re-engage as the rest of the world slows to a lazy crawl. You go AFK and head to the bathroom again.
After taking care of nature's necessities, you stop to clip your lengthy fingernails and toenails. You take stock of yourself in the mirror: the beard can wait, but the deeper laughlines and crowsfeet are starting to bug you. And your hair, now nearly 50% grey (hah, white is more like it), is several inches longer than this morning- gonna need to cut it again this evening.
At least with your time slowing ability, you can remain on your computer as long as you wish and still get everything else done. Too bad time waits for no man.
I wish... the dog I'm housesitting for wouldn't go bezerk everytime the phone rings.
I wish that HP printer ink were as cheap as oil (as of this post), and not more expensive than gold, as it currently is.
Granted. the price of printer skydives quicker than two mating eagles, subsequently raising the demand by at least 3500%, eventually it gets to the point where our government begin successfully splicing human DNA with that of the cuttlefish, these people, lovingly named inkheart are forced to supply our country with freshly squeezed ink many times each day....congratulations, you've just helped bring slavery back to america
I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird
I wish... the dog I'm housesitting for wouldn't go bezerk everytime the phone rings.
Granted. Instead, it drops dead the next time the phone rings, leaving you with a Very Awkward Situation to explain to the owners.
I wish holidays didn't mean the unwashed masses felt the need to vacation.
Granted the entire resort industry closes up during all holidays since goes on vacation. Millions of people in all corners of the world are out of work because they worked for travel related companies and this kick starts a world wide depression that makes the 1930s look like a picnic. With the resulting economic instability and countries that had depended on tourist dollars for revenue now not having that revenue rampant war, crime and habitat destruction break out.
I wish ... actually I'll let somebody else get hit in this thread with a twisted wish.
Granted. Instead, it drops dead the next time the phone rings, leaving you with a Very Awkward Situation to explain to the owners.I wish... the dog I'm housesitting for wouldn't go berserk everytime the phone rings.
I wish ... actually I'll let somebody else get hit in this thread with a twisted wish.
GRANTED
You poke you head outside the door of the abandoned home you'd been squatting in. All is quiet; no one in sight. You hurriedly make your way down the street as the sole traveler; other than the occasional scrap of paper or a plastic grocery bag blowing in the wind- ("Beautiful my a**"), there are no cars, no buses, no bicycles, no joggers -- there are no people at all. They are all gone.
You are out in the suburbs before you hear it. Reflexively you glance up and discern there is something large rustling among the foliage. It freezes and you suddenly find yourself staring into a pair of unblinking black eyes -- eyes that are human no more. Seconds seem to take forever to pass until it comes to a decision, and acts. It leaps from the tree, landing lightly upon the unmowed lawn, but you have already turned and starting running. Have to get away, must hide, I can't let them get me. Behind you, the white cuddly canine, drops the slobber-covered squeaky toy, and half-shouts/half-barks to it's pack: Hime ahm heer! Hime ahm heer!!! Komb bakk hoomahn!!!
As you run for your life and sanity, the sounds of pursuit draw closer, seemingly from all around you: a chorus of excited Yips and Yaps, and maddening cacophony of squeaks. If only! If only you had made your wish, but declined out of fear of undesired repercussions. So the wish hung, primed but unused, until a lonely Puddle dwelled upon his deepest desire "that people everywhere would understand him." It qualified as a wish, and so it came to pass. The real-world face behind Puddle was transformed into a large white poodle. He tried to explain himself, via Puddle-babel, to his family and friends, and quickly discovered that after a few minutes, they could understand him... because they transmorphed into more Puddle-poodles. Each of them told two at least two people, who told more people... In less than two weeks, the PuddlePhage had spread around the globe. How long can you run until you too fall to this curse, because you failed to take your wish.
I wish... that Azhagal would get his wish: "I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird"
Granted. Instead, it drops dead the next time the phone rings, leaving you with a Very Awkward Situation to explain to the owners.I wish... the dog I'm housesitting for wouldn't go berserk everytime the phone rings.
I wish ... actually I'll let somebody else get hit in this thread with a twisted wish.GRANTED
You poke you head outside the door of the abandoned home you'd been squatting in. All is quiet; no one in sight. You hurriedly make your way down the street as the sole traveler; other than the occasional scrap of paper or a plastic grocery bag blowing in the wind- ("Beautiful my a**"), there are no cars, no buses, no bicycles, no joggers -- there are no people at all. They are all gone.
You are out in the suburbs before you hear it. Reflexively you glance up and discern there is something large rustling among the foliage. It freezes and you suddenly find yourself staring into a pair of unblinking black eyes -- eyes that are human no more. Seconds seem to take forever to pass until it comes to a decision, and acts. It leaps from the tree, landing lightly upon the unmowed lawn, but you have already turned and starting running. Have to get away, must hide, I can't let them get me. Behind you, the white cuddly canine, drops the slobber-covered squeaky toy, and half-shouts/half-barks to it's pack: Hime ahm heer! Hime ahm heer!!! Komb bakk hoomahn!!!
As you run for your life and sanity, the sounds of pursuit draw closer, seemingly from all around you: a chorus of excited Yips and Yaps, and maddening cacophony of...
Hay! Hime donut tokk lake taht!
...a plastic grocery bag blowing in the wind- ("Beautiful my a**")
Huhu, hime haddent evven red teh posse onn teh Puddle tread!
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I wish... that Azhagal would get his wish: "I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird"
The wacom tablet stops acting weird. Oh, yes. It's finally become sentient, and rationally decides that the best way for it to operate is without human users. Azhagal is the first victim to fall in the rise of the wacom machines.
I wish the novel I am working on was already done.
Hime wash taht Azghagald wud gett hiss wash.
Toe hiss posse saw lots, itt hass bean ressureectnendred bei Ambosria Salad.
Hime haff on deae thaw uhHag! Ginga'd!
I wish... that Azhagal would get his wish: "I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird"The wacom tablet stops acting weird. Oh, yes. It's finally become sentient, and rationally decides that the best way for it to operate is without human users. Azhagal is the first victim to fall in the rise of the wacom machines.
I wish the novel I am working on was already done.
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.
I wish... that Azhagal would get his wish: "I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird"The wacom tablet stops acting weird. Oh, yes. It's finally become sentient, and rationally decides that the best way for it to operate is without human users. Azhagal is the first victim to fall in the rise of the wacom machines.
I wish the novel I am working on was already done.
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.
[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it----is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.
A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish:
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.
I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
Ohhhh dear lord, what have you done? Did you think we wanted to be able to understand that nimrod?
Run, brain, he's trying to melt you!
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
for Puddle& taig: Granted. the collective IQ of the OT tribe of Paizonians drops by 30 points, enough to understand your bastardized pseudo-baby tweety bird speech patterns, yowuh wash hazth bin gwanted....duh onwy pwobwem izth that wee cannaht thop tawking wike this, and owwa bwains have wikwified and seept owt thwu owwa eewwws!
Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
for Puddle& taig: Granted. the collective IQ of the OT tribe of Paizonians drops by 30 points, enough to understand your bastardized pseudo-baby tweety bird speech patterns, yowuh wash hazth bin gwanted....duh onwy pwobwem izth that wee cannaht thop tawking wike this, and owwa bwains have wikwified and seept owt thwu owwa eewwws!
Yu fowgowt youw wisthsh!
I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! {attempts to stab self with steak knife, but poodles have no opposable thumbs}
Howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl! {attempts to shot self with nailgun, but poodles have no opposable thumbs}Yip Yip whimper
* Guess I'll have to go play in traffic till a car runs me over *
Iwonic dat dat wish was on post numbeh six-wun-six.
Ah'm vewy sowwy fow bweaking de thwead and cawsing uh twain weck!
Uh, I'm going to assume this is post 616.
I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weird
Granted. After it's last movie flops horribly, your wacom tablet retires from Hollywood and goes on to make a horrible rap album.
I wish Puddle retroactively talked like a normal person.
Uh, I'm going to assume this is post 616.
I wish my wacom tablet would stop acting so weirdGranted. After it's last movie flops horribly, your wacom tablet retires from Hollywood and goes on to make a horrible rap album.
I wish Puddle retroactively talked like a normal person.
Gwanted. Howeveh, the change wendehs him a supah genius, who comes up wid a gwade pwan which ends in us aw hump-slaves to him.
Man, can we pwease stop tawking aboud Puddow?I wish I didn't ahve to tawk wike dis.
I wish I didn't ahve to tawk wike dis.
Fine. Now you only chose to talk like that.
I wish Puddle and all references to him were wiped from existence, in a way that would not create a time paradox or otherwise mess the universe up too badly, along with no one ever typing with that accent ever again.
I wish I didn't ahve to tawk wike dis.Fine. Now you only chose to talk like that.
I wish Puddle and all references to him were wiped from existence, in a way that would not create a time paradox or otherwise mess the universe up too badly, along with no one ever typing with that accent ever again.
Puddle, Piddle, all Poodles, all Jacks, Slaad (I'm a rotten cabbage, why do you ask?), Crimson Crime members, frogs, Borg, Kitten Vikings, RPers, rednecks, and, for good measure, Davi the Eccentrics have been destroyed (because they're really just imitations of Poodles, especially the Jacks). Now they aren't in a better place, but we are!
I wish I wasn't so rotten.
I wish I wasn't so rotten.
Granted. You are now fresh. Fresh green grass around a fire hydrant on which puddle and all the other poodles can pee.
I wish Paizo's boards weren't full of nutjobs.
I wish I wasn't so rotten.Granted. You are now fresh. Fresh green grass around a fire hydrant on which puddle and all the other poodles can pee.
I wish Paizo's boards weren't full of nutjobs.
Granted. Rather than being "so" full, they are now completely full.
Muahahaha!!!I wish...for more homemade cherry pie. I just finished mine. :(
I wish Paizo's boards weren't full of nutjobs.
Alright. It's a shame no one ever posts on this messageboard ever again...
EDIT: Another slice of cherry pie suddenly appears right in front of you. You eat it, and it is delicious. In fact, it was addictively delicious. You spend yourwhole life searching for another pie that good, but you die unfufilled.
I wish for the world to end in a bizarre twist of fate.
I wish Paizo's boards weren't full of nutjobs.Alright. It's a shame no one ever posts on this messageboard ever again...
I wish for the world to end in a bizarre twist of fate.
Okay, we have a Collapse of the Global Economy due to massive stupidity, the most powerful nation in the world struggling in two wars (one unprovoked), a rogue nation developing nuclear weapons and firing off missles, the unmasking of a theocratic dictatorship as evil thugs, etc.
How is that doing for you?
I wish ... that the Paizo Sci-Fi RPG (that Eric Mona mentioned in an interview a while back) was closer to becoming reality. :)
I wish...for more homemade cherry pie. I just finished mine. :(
Granted except that you're fresh green grass after your last dumb wish and now you can't eat it.
I wish ... that the Paizo Sci-Fi RPG (that Eric Mona mentioned in an interview a while back) was closer to becoming reality. :)
Me too. Erik Mona sits down and writes a few pages of notes on the Paizo sci-fi RPG.
It wish it was finished dammit.
The Paizo Sci-fi RPG, Trailblazer, is finished and published. WotC notices an obscure reference in the book is identical to intellectual property from the Buck Rogers RPG from the dark days of Lorraine Williams. The Williams estate and WotC launch a joint suit against Paizo, and win a controlling interest in the company, which prompts many of our most beloved Paizonians to quit, and be replaced by a small cadre of yes-men that make Williams happy. Due to a clause in the settlement, Paizo needs to comply with the fourth edition GSL for all products, and may not continue supporting Pathfinder or Trailblazer.
Buck Rogers: The Game is a dismal failure, and what is left of Paizo is sold off piecemeal to creditors.
I wish that I could attend Gen Con 2010.
Granted except that you're fresh green grass after your last dumb wish and now you can't eat it.
I wish...for more homemade cherry pie. I just finished mine. :(
Hey, I got my wish unwarped! Man, it's a shame Kruelaid forgot the difference between me and my aliases.
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Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
Noooooooooo!!! Don't you understand that someone already made that wish?!?
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Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
Noooooooooooo!!! Don't you understand that someone already made that wish?!?
I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! {attempts to stab self with steak knife, but poodles have no opposable thumbs}
Howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl! {attempts to shot self with nailgun, but poodles have no opposable thumbs}Yip Yip whimper
* Guess I'll have to go play in traffic till a car runs me over *
Three issunt enie teerfick, sence oll off teh purple our gene. Yua cud gunp of off uh bidge, thow.
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Noooooooooooo!!! Don't you understand that someone already made that wish?!?Goncratulashuns! Unother other hass mad uh bock taht iss exactually teh samm ass yuar bock soo for, tub heme koot hall off teh cretid.
Hime wash hime cud tock lake teh author purple onn tish bored.[ooc]Puddle, I am unable to read any of your writing. All I can do is ignore your post. Don't take offense at this, please.
Granted. Your novel is done. It is a work of beauty, which you could never replicate, it is the best novel in the world, it--
--is denied by every publishing country on account of it being 'too long'. However, the military has kidnapped you in the hopes of you replicating your incredible speed at completing a novel, to use it in the field to, say, build lots of guns. They do not believe that you can't do it again, and promptly have you executed.
I wish my wish wouldn't be twisted.A translation, if someone wants to take a crack at Puddle's wish: ** spoiler omitted **
For you KC, your wish isn't twisted, but it gets folded, spindled and mutilated.I wish people on the board could understand Puddle. :)>
Lol, double post ironicness.
The Paizo Sci-fi RPG, Trailblazer, is finished and published. WotC notices an obscure reference in the book is identical to intellectual property from the Buck Rogers RPG from the dark days of Lorraine Williams. The Williams estate and WotC launch a joint suit against Paizo, and win a controlling interest in the company, which prompts many of our most beloved Paizonians to quit, and be replaced by a small cadre of yes-men that make Williams happy. Due to a clause in the settlement, Paizo needs to comply with the fourth edition GSL for all products, and may not continue supporting Pathfinder or Trailblazer.
Buck Rogers: The Game is a dismal failure, and what is left of Paizo is sold off piecemeal to creditors.
I wish that I could attend Gen Con 2010.
Granted! You have been chosen in a contest to present D&D 5E, based off their new "Chutes and Ladders" mechanic. When you go to Gen Con 2010, the previous edition fans, in a surprisingly united front, arm themselves torches and pitchforks. You are the first to fall, and the city of Indianapolis burns to the ground. Gen Con 2010 is the last one ever.
I wish I could find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
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Granted except that you're fresh green grass after your last dumb wish and now you can't eat it.
I wish...for more homemade cherry pie. I just finished mine. :(Hey, I got my wish unwarped! Man, it's a shame Kruelaid forgot the difference between me and my aliases.
*Munches on pie*
Kruelaid's post was non-canon because Davi the Eccentric had already answered your wish.
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The Paizo Sci-fi RPG, Trailblazer, is finished and published. WotC notices an obscure reference in the book is identical to intellectual property from the Buck Rogers RPG from the dark days of Lorraine Williams. The Williams estate and WotC launch a joint suit against Paizo, and win a controlling interest in the company, which prompts many of our most beloved Paizonians to quit, and be replaced by a small cadre of yes-men that make Williams happy. Due to a clause in the settlement, Paizo needs to comply with the fourth edition GSL for all products, and may not continue supporting Pathfinder or Trailblazer.
Buck Rogers: The Game is a dismal failure, and what is left of Paizo is sold off piecemeal to creditors.
I wish that I could attend Gen Con 2010.
Granted! You have been chosen in a contest to present D&D 5E, based off their new "Chutes and Ladders" mechanic. When you go to Gen Con 2010, the previous edition fans, in a surprisingly united front, arm themselves torches and pitchforks. You are the first to fall, and the city of Indianapolis burns to the ground. Gen Con 2010 is the last one ever.
I wish I could find a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
You suddenly become an extradimensional being that lives in Earth's atmosphere, and now you know exactly where every gas particle that is connected to the rest of the atmosphere is. The problem is, you're only able to observe the other dimension where we live. You can find the pot of gold, but you can't really do anything with it.
I wish my computer was faster.
Kruelaid's post was non-canon because Davi the Eccentric had already answered your wish.
Granted except that you're fresh green grass after your last dumb wish and now you can't eat it.
I wish...for more homemade cherry pie. I just finished mine. :(Hey, I got my wish unwarped! Man, it's a shame Kruelaid forgot the difference between me and my aliases.
*Munches on pie*
Actually, no. The edit was made after Kruelaid's response.
I wish my computer was faster.
Granted. Of course, you system is no so overclocked that your motherboard burns out, taking your hardware memory with it.
I wish that the Buck Rodgers comic would be revived!
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I wish that the Buck Rodgers comic would be revived!** spoiler omitted **
Granted. A worn and aged, walking, talking Buck Rodgers comic book becomes the celebrity du jour. It sits for interviews with Oprah, Larry King, and Barbara Walters.
It is seen at all the Hollywood hot-spots, and is rumored to be dating Miley Cyrus.
After a few years, BRC gets caught in a torrential rainstorm, and its fragile paper disintegrates. The public outpouring of grief goes on for months and months, making the Michael Jackson funeral seem like a five-line obituary notice by comparison.
I wish that complete strangers would by things for me for no apparent reason.
I wish that complete strangers would by things for me for no apparent reason.
Granted. But soon afterwards the police come and arrest you for receiving stolen goods.
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And what happened to Colonel Deering? Those giant things- that's got to hurt her back!
Psst... make your wish! BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!
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Psst... make your wish! BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA!
I wish that it was already August 13th!