Corrupt A Wish

[Avaerilon]

Granted; you are now a flatworm. Enjoy your existence.

I wish my holiday was longer.

[Mons Garle]

Apr 4, 2015 9:55:11 GMT Avaerilon said:

Granted; you are now a flatworm. Enjoy your existence.

I wish my holiday was longer.

Granted - but you get to spend it in the Outer Hebrides. Where it rains. Constantly. :P

I wish I could speak Greek!

[Vernima]

Granted but it is Ancient Greek. Nobody can understand you.

I wish I could make wishes again...

[United Democracy of Scientists]

Granted, but you violated the terms of your previous wish by making a wish to be able to wish again. You must now leave the SLU forever.

I wish for a medium rare steak with blue cheese crumbled on top.

[Vernima]

Granted, but I am your waiter for the evening and can't reach you in the SLU.

I wish that I wished for wishes to be wished by those who truly wish for those wishes to be true.

[Avaerilon]

Granted; cyber-Nazi zombie t-rex monsters now stalk the earth, shooting lasers at people with terrible club music blaring from loudspeakers. I *WOMP* hope *UNCE-BOOM* you're *WOMP* happy *BOOM BOOM WOMP*

Speaking of, I wish club music and all that sort of electronic rubbish was illegal. Eurgh

[Deleted]

Granted, all forms of music are banned

I wish someone could explain to me how this works

[Avaerilon]

Granted; everyone has the ability to do so, but not the initiative

I wish writing didn't leave me with ink all over my hand

[Mons Garle]

Granted, but your handwriting becomes illegible!! :S

I wish I could stay awake all night to watch the election!!

[Deleted]

Granted, but there's a three-way tie, resulting in four recounts over four days while you are barred from falling asleep.

I wish Vietnam would conquer China.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but it is held for only half a day, and you don't live to see it.

I wish I could be left-handed

[Avaerilon]

Granted; you come to rue the ink staining on the hand we have to put up with

I wish I didn't have to do any exams for this final year of uni

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but you have to take a triple-exam next year, although you already graduated.

I wish I could speak fluent french.

[Deleted]

Granted, but you are transported and barred from leaving Ivory Coast, where they do speak French.

I wish for a dragon's heart.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but it rots after a while.

I wish I could have more time to watch anime.

[Deleted]

Granted, you're only allowed one hour of sleep per day.

I wish for three more wishes!

[Avaerilon]

Granted, but they only come true through some form of suffering and ill-luck elsewhere.

I wish for another week of revision before my next exam

[Deleted]

Granted, but the world ends a minute into the exam, so you spent your last week studying.

I wish for good luck.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but the definition of the word 'good' has been corrupted halfway through your luck, and so your luck changes drastically.

I wish my mac could run forever and I wouldn't need to charge.

[Deleted]

Granted, but you are never able to exit the


I wish I was bulletproof.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but you become poisoned due to the amount of chemicals needed to make you bulletproof.

I wish I could be better at writing.

[Lamatama]

Granted, but your masterpieces are transcribed into a long forgotten language before releasing to the public.

I wish for the ability to transmute water into any beverage.

[Avaerilon]

Granted; some major distilleries hear of your abilities and attempt to... remove you.

I wish hotels had better internet.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but a month after living in the hotel, you are rushed to the hospital for cancer. (Hmmm, just checked online for this~!)

I wish for an unlimited coupon for books.

[Technoloplant]

Granted, but your books have no words in them
I wish I could travel through time

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, but you end up in the past of earth's history, and a volcano smothers you down.

I wish for the powers of invisibility (to be able to turn myself invisible, and THEN BACK FOR YOU PEOPLE who choose this as the corruption)

[Kanoria]

Granted, but all sounds you make are amplified by the scale of 15 decibels when visible equates to 135 , making it difficult to breath without hurting your ears, never mind doing anything useful.

I wish that I could forsee and cancel any and all individual consequences of any and all wishes at will, regardless of when they were made, including this one, without undermining the effect that was desired.

[The State Of Candor]

Granted, you can foresee and cancel all possible circumstances at will, but you never get the wish, do you?

I wish to be able to have the chance of traveling through a wormhole.

[Kanoria]

Granted. You are shrunk to the size of an ant and placed on damp soil. After what seems like an eternity, the ground infront of you begins to quake, and particles errupt, scattering to small mounds. A fleshy tube rears before you, dominating your view of the sky, before flopping its ribbed form down just a fraction of a millimeter from you, kicking fungal spores up onto your boots. The serpantine form proceeds to wind its way blindly over the water laden hills and crevasses that form this bleak brown landscape, kicking its body towars you repeatedly as it does. The course that the writhing mass plots causes you to dodge into the now vacant abyss from which it rose. Stumbling around the maze of tunnels proves a task better suited to taking place over the course of many days, so having pushed yourself well beyond your limits, you collapse, exhausted into the intersection of two tunnels, muscles burning and head throbbing. You wake many hours later, having totally lost track of time only to be greated by the rumbling of your guts. All you can find, despite hauling yourself up many slopes and sliding down thier inverse faces, are a few scraps of half wrotten leaf, unappealing, but being the only option, you wolf it down, replacing the knawing hunger with nausea. This pattern continues for days, possibly weeks, as you get paler and weaker, throwing up every third meal you find, until you hear a series of heavy thuds from appove, the intevals between them getting shorter. You stand bewildered until the roof caves in not three centimetres back down the path you had just taken, unleashing a cacophonous raw, and with it a wall of water that spared no room in the cavern for air, scraps, or you. At this point you realise the percussion had been rain hitting the loose soil up above. That realisation did not help against the current that slammed you from wall to wall, however, nor against the sharp flint it dashed you against. In desperation you stretch your limbs out, and though you recieve a great gash along your sholder, you are caught by a side stream that washes you, dazed onto a diminishing shoreline of sharp rocks and glass, a sand that drains the water just enough for you to pull yourself up the steep bank with your one uninjured arm, the world swimming before you, a light in the distance, you feel your strength failing as the world turns black, the spot of light in the distance faiding through blue. Your arm flops to the ground as you stretch your fingers toward the distant salvation. You wake caked in your own blood, with nothing feeling as it is supposed to, the light had gone, replaced by an inky gloom. You are lying chest deep in calm, clear water. Desplaying unending endurance and determination, you again drag yourself up, this time not being selecive about petty thing like broken bones, just despirate to escape. Your writhing kicks silt into the crystal water, staining it a brown that by now you are wishing never to lay eyes upon again. You stumble to your feet at the sight of a ray of orange hope, dawn, encouraging you forward. Your feet are torn to shreds under you, but again neglecting all motivation but the journey. The floor slips under you, pulling you back to prone, but the landslides keep you down for seconds each time. Your tunnel vision is so great that you completely ignore the sonorous snuffling at the mouth of what had been your world for far too long. Breathing in the now golden warmth of the day, you emerge from your travels in a wormhole, only to find yourself being lifted into the air on a giant, pulsating platform, soaking up the saliva. You just catch a glimpse of the hedgehog before all lights go out.

Sorry for trolling a little there.

I wish that I could get medical rwferals and reports through more quickly!

[Free Newdepolderian States]

Granted. You are referred to a rather shady medical practice, where the somewhat suspicious character who claims to be the doctor promptly stabs you in the throat.

I wish I had a better furnace.