Granted. There are now over 900 emotes to choose from on the Co8 forums. Over 892 of them are emo faces. Kinda like expanded cable. I wish my supper was already ready already.
Granted. Your supper is already ready already. Unfortunately, your supper is milk straight from the carton. The milk will trigger a bout of shockingly violent flatulence just as you're about to make some progress with the cute girl you'll be meeting shortly after you finish it. I wish I hadn't purchased these cookies.
Ok you didn't, they purchased you and are getting very hungry. Really, I wish someone would make a little viking-hatted emoticon with a rousing fist-swing and a text bubble "spam spammity spam!" Because I would use it a lot.
Granted. Unfortunately, the new emote is so awesome, that people soon forget about you completely and begin to worship the emote's superior power over said 'spam'....both the junk messages and the meat-like substance! Oh, I wish I were an Oscar Myer Wiener...
Granted, you are now Oscar Myer's weiner. As Oscar is a reasonably good looking fellow and well liked by the ladies, it's a better job than you might expect. I wish my cats could take dictation.
Granted. Your cats write a letter to the (R)SPCA saying you abuse them. When the investigator arrives, they do the Puss-in-Boots face from Shrek II, the investigator says, "awwww, poor little kitties" and you are summarily arrested and imprisoned without trial under the Partriot Act. (Remember, at heart, all cats are pure evil. That's part of their appeal). I wish my birds weren't such finnicky eaters.
Granted. Your birds now eat -- quite literally -- anything and everything. In a short span, they first eat their way out of their cage, consume most of your valuable posessions (including any loose money you have lying around the house), and then eat their way outside, consuming random things and causing mass panic and terror within your city until, shortly thereafter, they die, because though they'll eat anything, their digestive tract can't necessarily handle it. I wish my memory wasn't so bad...
granted you can now remember everything ever, making your head explode. I wish I hadn't made such a bad first impression.
Granted. Your account is deleted for making such an absurd first impression, so instead, you make no impression whatsoever. I wish that the rainforests were back to the glory that they once were thirty and more years ago, before people started really hacking away at them.
Granted. All of the now displaced poverty stricken farmers and, more of a problem, all of the livestock move into your place. I wish that I had a tasty, delicious dinner available.
Granted. Unfortunately it is the only food available to you and comes at a price. You must first prove your comitment to the cult of Culinary Exquisitness by convincing a 100 people to join and forfiet all their wordly possesions. I wish it didn't get so bloody cold up here in the winter. Cuchulainn.
Wish granted. It no longer gets blood cold up there, but rather, bloody cold, meaning that now, when the cold weather comes in, it snows frozen blood. Yum. You know what they say about yellow snow, but what about red? I wish someone else would take the next wish for me since I can't think of anything to wish for.
Wish Granted, I take that wish from you and wish to be the undisputed lifelong ruler of the universe, and since, I'm supposed to be doing the corrupting, no-one can do anything about it. Mwahahahahahaha. I wish I wasn't so power hungry.
Granted: You are no longer hungry, but you feel so full that either you're going to throw up a MEGA large barf, or you'll blow up in 10, 9,8.... seconds. I wish that no one'd expect the Spanish Inquisition. PS. Spanish Inquisition have you seen that sketch recently on TV?
granted, the Spanish Inquisition is now knocking at your door, to bad that you're guilty of all the sins they accuse you off (guilty by confession or guilty by denial :flamed: ) I wish I had batteries for my digital cammera.