Hmmm...now I really wish I could lock this thread.Vilkacis wrote:Your wish of all wishes is granted, yet somehow corrupted like all the rest. You're not quite sure how it happened, but the result depresses you greatly.Figarou wrote:I wish the next wish will grant my wish of all wishes!!
-- Vilkacis
That's three times you've said that.Figarou wrote:Hmmm...now I really wish I could lock this thread.
j/k
I'm suprized you're keeping count.Vilkacis wrote:That's three times you've said that.Figarou wrote:Hmmm...now I really wish I could lock this thread.
j/k
GrantedVilkacis wrote: I wish for a perfect life.
-- Vilkacis
Sorry, I'm not good at wishing. And I keep forgeting to put one.Terastas wrote:I wish Figarou would continue the thread with a wish every time he screwed the previous wish up.
I was only kidding.Terastas wrote:And I wish he could think of something other to wish for than the ability to lock this thread.
And that real duckie takes residence in your bathtub. Then he flies South for the winter (or North for the summer if that may be the case) and brings all of his 20,000 friends with him. Better get a mop.Shadowblaze wrote:i wish i had a real duckie
You think you've got the system beat because you specified for it to be as you imagined it. But having given your creative juices one hell of a workout while writing the script for Freeborn, you've reached a point where your imagination runs rampant whether you like it or not, and one Thursday night when you're watching TV waiting for a caffeine buzz to come down, the power goes out and you spend the next few hours just dreaming up random stuff, including, despite your best efforts to contain it, ways we could have screwed up your wish had you not specified the way you imagined it. But now you're imagining other ways, and so it's the worst scenario that the paranoid half of your brain comes up with that is ultimately the case:ABrownrigg wrote:I wish for 200 million ticket sales on the freeborn film, in the way that I Imagine it.
Well, you only have yourself to blame Andy; that's what happens when you wager everything at the Evil Genie game. Seriously, why do you think I've been wagering stuff like Brimstone and Courtney Love all this time?ABrownrigg wrote:The screwed up wish,... by Terastas..., I'd like to point out, comes true. It sells 1 ticket a year. As a result, there is no sequel, and the DVD has no special features, and no comentary, no soundtrack release, and the pack site itself becomes a joke because it obvoiusly failed to give the fans what they wanted, and is eventually hacked, and deleted by a disgruntled fan named Marty.
Thanks a lot Terastas.
ABrownrigg wrote:I wish for 200 million ticket sales on the freeborn film, in the way that I Imagine it.
You're not supposed to help corrupt your own wish Anthony.ABrownrigg wrote:The screwed up wish,... by Terastas..., I'd like to point out, comes true. It sells 1 ticket a year. As a result, there is no sequel, and the DVD has no special features, and no comentary, no soundtrack release, and the pack site itself becomes a joke because it obvoiusly failed to give the fans what they wanted, and is eventually hacked, and deleted by a disgruntled fan named Marty.
(...I never saw that show , so I don't know much about it but...)Terestas wrote:I wish for new episodes of Brimstone.
Granted:Vuldari wrote:I wish I had a million dollar mansion to live in with a lifetimes worth of paid rent, utilities, food and new clothes, plus a full staff of skilled and loyal servants at my service.
Granted. The person who corrupts your wish later wishes upon themselves everlasting bad luck. Of course, their wish is corrupted as well, and now everyone has everlasting bad luck. This becomes popularly known as "Murphy's Law."Figarou wrote:I wish the person that corupts this wish will wish upon him/herself everlasting bad luck.
Granted. Now, whenever anything of the arachnid family sets foot into your room, it explodes. I hope you have a tile floor, otherwise you'll want to keep a fire extinguisher handy.Vilkacis wrote:I wish I would stop finding spiders in my bedroom. Ewww.
-- Vilkacis
Some wise-a** genius in the future builds a quantum time-distorting potato gun at sets it to a random time-interval (and it happened to start at ours). Everyone in the world is simultaneously shot in the arse with a high-speed potato. From that point on, this event occurs at regular 50 year intervals. Small children and elderly women are known to be particularly traumatized by the experience.Terastas wrote:I wish somebody would shoot John Ashcroft in the arse with a potato gun.
And since it takes you so little effort to learn any arbitrary skills, once you develop your first skill, you feel like you haven't really learned anything and try to develop another. Before long, you are the master of arbitration, and other shadowy individuals have taken a keen interest in your gift. One really evil-looking scary-type person demands that you assist him in his evil deeds 24/7 for less than minimum wage. You refuse, and before you know it, you're a head in a pickle jar kept alive by machines, and whenever you refuse information, he tortures you by activating the nerves in your brain that make you feel like you really have to pee.Vilkacis wrote:I wish I could learn any arbitrary skill with a minimum of effort.
Something extraordinary happens in the lives of Fred Phelp's children. They attain a private nirvana and gaily spend the rest of their lives without a care in the world. They have many children of their own.Terastas wrote:I wish all of Fred Phelp's children were gay.
And you become a dragon -- big 45 ft. long European dragon -- right as you are reading this. Needless to say, this causes some substantial damage to your place of residence. You attract the attention of some passerbys, and before you know it the FBI, tabloids and every wannabe dragonslayer is flocking to your hometown, and there's nothing you can do about it because you won't even fit through the front door anymore.Vilkacis wrote:I wish I were a dragon.
Terastas wrote: I wish that, at her next live performance, Britney Spears would cut one and knock out all of her backup dancers.
