The corrupted wish game!

[Azrael]

Granted, but now due to the absurdly improved elabortions of the wish, all responses grow very long. They are not even well written either, they all end up being mini-stories littered with plot-holes, stale and over-used words, unnecesary details, heavy lampshading, etc.

All the posts from then on would only get long and longer and longer until each page requires actual loading and buffering windows. Taking very long amounts of time to open, let alone even read each forsaken wish description. Few would even dare to read each post, most would just ignore the entire post and try to corrupt the previous wish. Then that is where it really hits the fan. People bury their actual wish somewhere in the ocean that is another poster's corrupted wish.

Many become infuriated by the exhausting effort it takes to continue playing this game that has completely lost control of itself. By and by, fewer and fewer people continue playing, until it all stops. Until someone posts a very brief revival that may eventually ressurect this game gone rampant.

I wish for a cosmic horror.
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Only the strongest will survive.

Married to SpideyGirl.

[Carlo Sandiego]

[Bloo]

Granted. John Tider (or whatever the hell his name is)'s internet predictions miraculously come true, and in the years coming, 3 billion people die when this world's sky net, minus the Terminators, blows the shit out of everybody because it thinks it's saving everyone from global warming. Civilization bonds closer resulting in stronger religious belief in the remaining half of the humans. Cows are mutated and are no longer stupid dumbasses, but are unfortunately turned into Jar Jar-looking things. Porno is no longer needed and as a result 500 thousand more innocents commit suicide. Transformers land and leave huge piles of robotic shit where new NY will stand in the year 3000.
Paris Hilton is NOT dead.
Locusts start running around asking for people's jubbawubbas.
Twinky comes up with a really lame wish grant.
In about fifty years after these events, the second coming of Jesus occurs and donut holes become self-aware.

I tried. I failed. I wish I didn't fail so much...

[Lunabella]

granted, now you succeed at everything, becoming succesfull beyond your dreams...

Nothing is fun anymore since you now succeed at everything, the whole fact of gaming and entertainment becomes useless. You search your happyness in alcohol and drugs, but since you always succeed, rehab is cake and you can be clean within the day after a bad hangover.
You slowly begin to hate yourself more and more, yet keep succeeding, hence your suicide is your ultimate accomplishment, as you manage to dive off a building with a great white tossed behind you, wich manages to chomp you in half before both of you hit the concrete.

You succeeded to make the sushi bar chef across the street very happy.
Good job.


I wish for a safe flight home next week. Virgin air!
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Back in action

[Forumgoer Unavailable]

Granted. Your flight is pleasant and enjoyable, but the second you step off the plane, you are stabbed with a shiv made out of a Russel Crowe CD.

I wish to evolve.
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I'm outtie, y'all. Lates.

[Carlo Sandiego]

[Satan Crime Wash]

Granted. In order to do so "we" have to take off every Zig. Which is bad news for you, as you were cleaning the launch tube at the time. Collectively as a species "we" survive make our time.

I wish my power level was over 9000!
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[Simon_Says]

Granted you disregarded Pete's Evil Overlord List.

[Nron]