Make All My Wishes Come True

[FAGGOT WATCHIN TRON]

I am going to try something here because I think it would be fun and we would all be good at it. It's a game called...well I don't know what its called, that doesn't matter. Basically, someone posts something they wish, any damned thing, and the person that replies grants their wish, but distorts it, then posts a wish of their own. It goes on so forth and so on. EXAMPLE!

Person1: I wish I had a poptart.

Person 2: Granted, but the delicious fruit filling is so molten hot, you suffer severe burns on the inside of your mouth, and are never able to taste anything ever again. I wish I had a poptart heated to exactly the correct temperature so that it will be warm and delicious but not severely scald my mouth.

Person 3: Granted. However, your poptart is so perfectly heated, that you find it to be so delicious you attempt to shove the whole thing in your mouth and choke to death. I wish for a dog.

Etc etc etc...The wishes do not have to be related, but what makes it fun is making more specific wishes and finding ways to still turn them against the wisher. Play if you want, I think it would be fun. I'll start.


I wish I'd win the lottery.

[Pube Truth]

Granted. But you only won a dollar on a scratch off ticket, and spent at least that much in gas on your way to the convenience store to buy the ticket.

I wish corsets and s-shaped silhouettes were cool again.

[TheOfficer]

Granted. But you only won a dollar on a scratch off ticket, and spent at least that much in gas on your way to the convenience store to buy the ticket.

I wish corsets and s-shaped silhouettes were cool again.

Granted, but in your celebration of the new trend, your corset is tied a bit too tight and you fall dead from shifted organs and lack of oxygen.

I wish for the ability to do what I'd like for income in my life.

[FAGGOT WATCHIN TRON]

Granted! But as your work becomes more popular, and thereby you as well, the success starts to go to your head and your work becomes shallow and commercial. Years later, when you look back on your seemingly successful life, you realize you never really attained what had been truly important to you as an artist, and it was all a waste. Then you die.

I wish I had some cake. Yum.