Granted, but Michale Moore is assassinated by government fundamentalists, and your parasitic colony is destroyed as a result.
I wish I was an oscar meyer weiner.
Granted, but you are immediately eaten, digested, and shot out the other end into your watery grave.
I wish I owned the Oscar Meyer Weiner Mobile.
Granted, but the car suffers irreperable damage when it is attacked by wienerites from Weinerville.
I wish the Atlanta Braves to win the World Series in October.
<strike>Granted, but costs rise due to the falling economy and you face financial ruin within a week.</strike> Curse you Sorc!.
A horrific explosion caused by a Brave’s fan mauls the players of the other team, and they win by default. The team is forever reviled.
I wish salad tasted like chocolate, while still retaining it’s basic salad-y goodness.
Huh? You realize that the Atlanta Braves are a Baseball team and that the World Series is the Superbowl of Baseball right? What does Financial ruin have to do with any of that?
Granted, but now everything tastes like chocolate and you come to a very Midas-ish end.
I wish that people came up with wish twistings that actually have to do with the wish instead of “You fall off a cliff and land on an aids needle”.
Granted, but the world spirals out of control when people stop using their information and start applying to “The Real World” because they try to be real instead of imaginative.
I WISH THE ATLANTA BRAVES WOULD WIN THE WORLD SERIES THIS YEAR.
Granted, but [STRIKE]people get pissed at you for makng this wish and shoot you with AIDS needles[/STRIKE] people still place joke answers in the strikeout tags.
Edit: Damn you, sorceror.
New answer: The atlanta braves win by killing off every other team in existence. They win by default, since there was no competition, but they are soon tried for murder.
I wish that every game ever made was of top quality.
Granted, but the materials neccessary for top quliaty drain the financial comfort of every gaming company, forcing the Video Game industry to fall to pieces within a matter of years.
I wish I had a never ending supply of Dr. Pepper.
You wish is granted, you now have Dr. Pepper constantly being poured into you body, drained out and then repeated for the rest of your life.
I wish I had the skills of the greatest samurai of all time.
Granted. After a mere month’s training, you now have all the skills of a 16th-century samurai. But while walking you discover a woman being robbed. You chase the man and catch up to him in an ally. With his friends. They gun you down before you manage to draw your sword.
I wish I will get enrolled into Hull University without any problems.
you forgot to make a wish.
aw well i will for you.
i wish that the world was just like chrono cross. :moogle:
Granted, but the world stopped after the player got bored of leveling up
I wish that RPGC will become a place of unity and love
Impossible. The Monkey’s Paw implodes!
Gah. Granted. Everyone gets on with everyone, but the forum is quickly reduced to a bunch of “Love ya” and “Hugs”-style posts, and nothing ever gets argued or discussed where is chance of disagreement.
I wish people wouldn’t litter so much.
<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/subsites/twistedrpg/images/hero/rirse.gif”> Granted, but soon obessive complusives began to go insane at the most minor piece of dirt on the ground, causing them to attack people with mops and giant vacuum cleaners that eat people.
I wish that the Arby’s Oven Mitt would burnt to a crispe.
Granted but it burned up all the porn in the world along with it
I wish Steve would get rid of those pics in his sig
<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/subsites/twistedrpg/images/hero/rirse.gif”> Granted, but he decides to bring back the fat kid who running over and over. Your head explodes and you die.
I wish there was no more bootlegs copies of soundtracks.
granted
but now all the other soundtracks cost to much.
i wish [STRIKE]madonna[/STRIKE] estar would start wearing those pointy bras again :moogle:
<img src=“http://www.rpgclassics.com/subsites/twistedrpg/images/hero/rirse.gif”> Granted, but when she goes to your house to meet you, she accidently impales you with the bra. You died!
I wish there was a real Unreal Tournament, with evil robot master, Xan as the host.
Granted. But five minutes into it, you get splattered across the cosmos with a redeemer. They never find enough of you to bury.
I wish that I could run reeeally fast.