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Post by Mataya Huska on Jul 24, 2012 22:29:09 GMT -8
The rules of this game are simple, you corrupt the previous poster's wish. An example would be...
"Poster 1: I wish I had a pie."
"Poster 2: Granted, but then a random guy punches you and the face and steals it before you can eat it.
"I wish I was that guy."
And on and on, you basically corrupt the persons wish then make a wish and the next poster does the same.
------- I'll go first~
I wish I knew how to teleport.
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Post by Corin Tentchoff on Jul 24, 2012 22:31:07 GMT -8
Sure, granted. It's a shame you didn't wish for control over where you teleport, though. Probably would save you a lot of pain.
I wish I had another nice hat.
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Post by Mataya Huska on Jul 24, 2012 22:32:59 GMT -8
Granted, but it turns out to be carnivorous and you have to get rid of it in the end.
I wish I could be petting a cat right now.
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Post by buttsalsocassi on Jul 24, 2012 22:35:03 GMT -8
granted, but it starts to tear your arm into shreds.
I wish i didn't have to wake up early tomorrow
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Post by Maya Schutz on Jul 24, 2012 22:35:17 GMT -8
You'll never have to get up, ever again.
I wish I was eating cake.
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Post by Corin Tentchoff on Jul 24, 2012 22:38:06 GMT -8
Granted. Unfortunately for you, the cat doesn't particularly want petting. I can tell because of the cat's snarling and current love of ripping your arm to shreds.
Ninjas. Argh.
Great. The chunks of human flesh throughout the cake may be of interest to you.
I wish I had a nice, properly made, safe, and good-tasting fruit smoothie that was suitable for human consumption.
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Post by samonsterX on Jul 24, 2012 22:53:25 GMT -8
Granted. Nice, properly made, good-tasting smoothie fills the room and drowns you.
I wish for Sherlock Series Three.
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Post by Maya Schutz on Jul 24, 2012 22:59:38 GMT -8
Everyone dies.
I wish for the Runaways to come off hiatus.
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Post by Corin Tentchoff on Jul 24, 2012 23:05:24 GMT -8
It comes off hiatus. Immediately goes back on hiatus, though.
I wish I could come up with a good wish.
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Post by Calico Jack Rackham on Jul 25, 2012 10:03:15 GMT -8
You come up with the best wish. Everything else in your life fades to grey as the longing for this wish to be fulfilled consumes your every waking thought and fevered dream. You hunger for this wish above all else, becoming a haggard shadow of your former self. And then, finally, after years of dogged seeking, you finally - finally achieve your heart's desire. The coming days are filled with jubilation, until a cold, hollow feeling takes hold of you. Having fulfilled your best - your only - wish, you doubt that anything in this world will ever feel worthwhile again. You grow listless, sleep too much in hopes that some new purpose will come to you in your dreams. You waste away, growing frail and sallow. You spend the few remaining years of your life pondering the uselessness of your existence.
I wish I had more tea.
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Post by Mataya Huska on Jul 26, 2012 16:36:59 GMT -8
You get more tea. In fact, you get so much tea that it begins to overflow out of the pot, dripping slowly onto the floor, spreading throughout the house. You are forced to vacate. Several months later, you hear of rising water levels- and oddly enough, all the rivers and streams are beginning to taste vaguely of tea. In the end, everyone drowns.
I wish I had remembered to eat today.
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Post by Calico Jack Rackham on Jul 27, 2012 20:14:25 GMT -8
You did remember to eat. You just don't know it because all of the foods in your house have been replaced with powerful antipsychotics. The periods of amnesia induced by your comestibles have cost you valuable years of life. You have flunked out of high school. You have no job. The stocks of radioactive canned vegetables built into every wall of your crumbling house are running low. But you will never remember to buy more food, because you keep remembering to eat breakfast before you can go out shopping...
I wish I had good pictures of the mandala.
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Post by Mataya Huska on Jul 29, 2012 21:14:30 GMT -8
You do receive good pictures of the mandala, but the painting that you spent eight hours slaving over in the hot sun is not there- you can't tell if it was your mind fucking with you, or if someone painted over your spot. Either way, that missing painting will haunt your mind for many years, and every time you come across the photographs amongst your belongings, you can't shake the feeling that something is misplaced- something is wrong.
I wish I could motivate myself to make tea.
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Post by Isaac (Paul) Oliver on Jul 30, 2012 0:11:13 GMT -8
You motivate yourself to make the tea, but then you get extremely lazy and turn into a real (couch) potato for the rest of your life and eventually die from being too lazy to eat and other things that make you live.
I wish my insomnia would go away
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Lyri Daemon
Boy Skylark
Accepting and rebelling, were not doing it for anyone else
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Post by Lyri Daemon on Jul 30, 2012 18:11:43 GMT -8
your insomnia goes away, you end up sleeping for most of your days till finally you wither away from lack of nutrients.
I wish I remembered to hand in my homework for class
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