Granted. He gets the Highlander form of immortality. He still dies, but comes back in a little while.
I wish lucky7 made a wish to make things better for cats everywhere.
Okay, people, it isn't that hard.
Granted. Lucky7 wishes cats would all have their heads chopped off to become awesome floating heads, complete with blue mists and scary white things nearby.
I wish bags of holding were real, and commonplace!
Granted, but you still can't afford them.
I wish that I didn't have so much of a caffeine resistance....
ok, on a single sip of caffeine, your body goes insianly hyper and you fall into a coma.
I wish for a thermonuclear bomb.
Granted. You find your roof caved in by a radioactive heap of toxic sludge which is the actual remains of the thermonuclear bomb you wished for after a failed detonation. YAY!
I wish hobbsdadolfin had a thermonuclear bomb.
ok, and I test it out on your house. Looks like there wasn't a failed detonation this time. YAY!
I wish Sissyl had a thermonuclear bomb so we could start WW3 YAY!
wish granted.
Sissyl has a thermonuclear bomb and starts WW3. Unfortunetly the world doesnt understant WW3 and instead thinks its something with twitter. #WW3 goes viral, and everyone links it to thermonuclear bombs, so now everyone has the bomb and is part of the revolution!
i wish to break this viscous corrupted wish cycle...
Granted, the next poster doesn't get a wish. Thanks for the bomb. I'm blowing this joint now.
The next poster wants to ban me for breaking the wish thread but is having a hard time because since the thread died they are trying to be the last poster.
I wish bags of holding were real, and commonplace!
I did the math (rough estimate on a bread comparison), and it would cost $275,000 for a Bag of Holding... 1
---Granted, but it is so awesome it attracts all the bad players, and they all decide to super gank everyone.
I wish that PFO will be awesome, but the said scenario to not happen (the players, still want a awesome game.)
Granted, to make sure there are no bad players they hand pick everyone that gets to play. No one who ever posted in a game was picked.
I wish I could sing realy well.
Granted. The guy with the tongs and the black hood who just strapped you into a rack even comments on how well you are going to sing for him, yay!
I wish I was the awesomest.
Granted! A bunch of large, very muscular people in trenchcoats and sunglasses come into your home, and tell you that if you do ANYTHING other than post for PbP games, they will shoot your knees off, pull out your hair with a pair of pliers, and paint your apartment neon green. In return, everyone else involved in those PbP games will be subjected to the same.
I wish I knew everything but doing so did not make me go insane.
ok, it kills you.
I wish my girlfriend didn't live 500 miles away.
Granted! they start playing shadowrun.
I wish I wasn't a reaper mini-I AM ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL
KABOOM. no longer a reaper. just a pile of scrap metal.
I wish I could get my knees replaced. they kinda hurt from being shot when I tried to go to the bathroom.
Granted. Big tunas actually don't have knees.
I wish the Reapers would share their recipe for sentient DNA sludge with us.
And now you wish you didn't know.
I wish for sharks with friggin lasers on their heads.
There are sharks with lasers on their heads, but they're in my possession.
I wish for a swimming pool big enough to put my sharks in.
You had one for a moment, but a stole it because it will look great when I'm riding my lazer sharks in my oceans.
I wish I could keep al this laser stuf.
Granted. As it is a well known fact that you can't take it with you when you die the only solution is immortality. You keep aging indefinitely, but never die... not even when you fall and break every super-frail bone in your body.
I wish for Jar-Jar Binks to never have been introduced as a character in star wars.
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Granted! Your comic book ideas attract the notice of the current Stan Lee. He comes to your house and passes on to you the terrible secrets that have been guarded by the the earth's Stan Lees since time immemorial. He says, "With great power comes great responsibility. And it's all your responsibility now, chump!" and transforms back into the carefree teenaged boy he was before he received the mantle himself. As you look at your new white-mustachioed visage in the mirror, you begin to wonder if the power you wield is truly worth all the burdens you now bear.
I wish for a kitty cat.
You become celibate and only have contact with girls through this forum.
I wish I had a nice job.
Granted! You're that dude. Never gets any studying done, doesn't meet people, has a hair trigger temper, severely addicted to My Little Pony Friendhip is Magic, always borrowing money. Still you have one good side. You cook, really good, though weird stuff. If only you did not leave them in the fridge for months...
I wish for luck when asking for a date.
ok, but it comes with the restriction that you cannot engage in anything that would put his life in danger. that was way too easy.
I wish my girlfriend lived within 20 miles of me.
Granted, her house is instantly transported to within 20 miles of you. The placement within that sphere, hey, we can leave it to chance.
I wish hobbsdadolfin has a good day today.
Granted. You will be eaten by me. For when you have been eaten, all your problems become simply irrelevant.
I wish my bathtub were a little bigger and a lot sexier.
Granted. Your entire apartment is now replaced by a very responsive mass of flesh that moans when touched, with... Floating stuff in various ponds.
I wish you have a good bath.
That is just outri- ah. Ah... Oh. Mmm. Yeah... excuse me.
Ahem... I wish love were timeless.
Granted! You stop worrying, and instead go cuddle with the little bear cub you meet. With pedictable results.
I wish all the money in the world was equally divided.