Wish corruptor

... but now its going to be hopelessly spamed!

I wish I had the time to work, mod, post at Co8 and chat on IRC and do all of them to my usual standard with no ill dffects to my health (mental or otherwise).

 

((Yayy, my thread got stickied ))

 

I wish Ted had remembered to make a wish that could then be corrupted.

 

Granted.
Your personal temporal factor is increased by 3. You now experience 72 hours for each 24 that actualy pass. Unfortunatly written communication is now the only way you can interact with others as your functioning at 3 times the speed of the rest of us.

Granted.
Ted remembered and even came up with the perfect wish. It was insightful and yet vague enough to leave your creative talent plenty of leeway to corupt it at great length. However he chose not to post it.

I wish we had fully functioning VR without any negative side effects.

Cuchulainn.

 

Granted. Unfortunately, it's the Matrix, and all the AIs can think to put on it is the boring everyday working world.

I wish all of the American Circle of Eight gang a very happy Thanksgiving, and the non-American Co8ers a day of good food and better beer.

 

Wish Granted.
Unfortunately, the following day is filled with much bloating and gas, with all leaving the blame solely on your head. Prepare for a good ol' stoning. ;p

I wish someone would finally figure out how to implement new feats into the game, instead of having to stick with the pre-coded ones.

 

Granted.
Unfortunately you have to read the forums to discover this.

I wish to earn twice what I am now while only working half the time.

Cuchulainn.

 

Granted.
You have moved on to a new profession, affectionately dubbed 'working the corner'. You get arrested within your first week of business.

I wish I had a crescent roll... Thanksgiving just isn't the same without one.

 

Ack! I killed the thread!! Oh woe is me!!! :sweatdrop

 

Granted - have you ever seen "Pet Sematary?"

I wish I was in Fiji.

 

Granted, but the peace talks (in NZ today) fail and you're caught in the middle of the military coup.

I wish my car would never run out of petrol

 

Granted. Your car now no longer runs.

I wish I was the perfect weapon.

 

Granted. You are now a living Neutron Bomb. While winning pub arguments by jumping up and down while shouting "I'll explode! I'll do it, you bastards!" is fun for a while, public pressure eventually forces the government to permanently relocate you to a submarine. There is no Internet access.

I wish I'd never left Japan.