Granted. But, they had to import it from North Jersey, and we all know what kind of sausage that is, so you get investigated by the FBI in the disappearance of a key mafia informant. The FBI guys smoke te same brand of cigs as Cuchulainn, too, and yours ran out during the "interview"... I wish KotB was ready for play...
Granted. The paradox drives you mad, and you put your own eyes out in a fit of passion. I wish those femi-nazi poets would STFU!
Granted. Radical Feminist poets world wide find themselves cursed with silence, lasting five full minutes. It is soon established that you personally are to blame. While this does make you quite popular in the short term in some circles, the combination of law suits and constant demands from all sorts of groups that you "do it again" makes life much more difficult. I wish I were irresistibly sexually attractive to all women.
Granted: You must now spend much of your time dealing with the unwanted advances of men that you will often find only marginally attractive at best. This condition is also known as "Student Life". I wish I could think of something to wish for.
Granted. It just popped into your head. And before you could stop yourself, you wished for it. And now you wish you hadn't -- destruction at the hands of the 'Stay Puft Marshmallow Man'. I wish I had the power to teleport through space and time.
The stay-puft marshmallow man... good call! :thumbsup: Says the girl who holds a forum full of D&D geeks entranced... :yawn: O right, you said men :icon_chuc And by the way, you failed to corrupt Lord Spike's and Old Book's wishes, you simply granted them :shame: Granted. You are now the time machine from the Time Machine, buried for millenia under a mountian, waiting for whats-his-name (no relation) to use you to make a booty call into the distant future. I also wish KotB was finished and I could have my life back.
Granted. In a bizarely familiar scenerio you wake up to find KotB has been declared finished and released to the public. Of course it's still incomplete and massively full of bugs, but oh well, maybe someone else will finish it. I wish for a long life without ever becoming sick again. Cuculainn.
granted, you're droped into an oubliette, where you enjoy good health for many hundreds of years. I wish I could cast finger of death
Granted, however you have a very hard time controlling it, and it destroys every one of your loved ones. I wish that my parents stay out late tonight so I can be online.
Granted. Unfortunately, you come down with a splitting migraine that lasts all night. The last thing you want to do is look at a computer screen. I wish to have the power to stop time. (hmmm ... stop time, time travel, I need a different theme)
Granted. Unfortunately, you remain subject to time, and so stopping it really doesn't do much for you. You probably won't even notice. I wish I had the strength of 10,000 Mighty Men.
Granted. But, there B.O. comes along with their strength, and people vomit uncontrollaby when within a dozen paces of you...causing you to become sick as well. I wish for the power to have an incorruptible wish.
Ah, potential--one of the most bittersweet of all gifts. I wish someone would publish my %^&#$% manuscript of poems.
Granted. Its published on LiveJournal. 19 Goths read it and commit suicide, and you are haunted by this forever. I wish my business will be a shining success.