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Post by Molalzsath on Jul 25, 2006 23:38:40 GMT -5
Granted. You now have lots of money. Lots and lots of money. All in small denomination coins. You are drowning in change. Much like Scrooge McDuck. But less floating.
I wish I had no more deadlines.
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Post by Carnely on Jul 26, 2006 8:05:38 GMT -5
Granted. No more job, no more deadlines, no more money, no more computers...
I wish I wouldn't meet people who just don't understand stuff, even if you explain it very carefully.
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Post by Molalzsath on Jul 26, 2006 22:12:08 GMT -5
Granted. You no longer meet those people. Or any people. You're all alone, not even shop keepers or cashiers. You at first live off what you can scavenge, but eventually end up working from sun up to sun down, to barely produce enough food to survive.
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Post by Carnely on Jul 27, 2006 3:23:11 GMT -5
Ooh, you didn't make a wish. I get to throw you to the Ryukens, dressed only in black leather shackles you can't escape. I wish the wizzes would code a nuke button for the sent guild.
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Post by Starstorm on Jul 28, 2006 4:37:02 GMT -5
Granted. However, due to a small bug, and a typo, the entire Sent guild gets nuked.
I wish my hair was easier to manage.
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Post by Schrau on Jul 28, 2006 6:52:42 GMT -5
Granted. However, the easiest form of management is firing, so you fire your hair and now you're balder than Patrick Stewart.
I wish I had 100 rpp.
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Post by Carnely on Jul 28, 2006 13:20:01 GMT -5
Granted. However, the wizzes decide to increase the RPP amount necessary for freeform emotes to 500. Zandar keeps his, though, because he's Zandar.
I wish I would get to see all my net.friends at least once before I die.
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Post by Molalzsath on Jul 30, 2006 18:20:15 GMT -5
Granted. All your net friend get together simply to meet you. However, the pub is surrounded by police, SWAT, national guard and reporters, and every-one in it taken under guard on charges or terrorism. You all get sent to one of prisons no-one comes out of...
I wish I could think of a wish. Really. The wishes are harder then a responses!
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Post by Rynne on Jul 30, 2006 19:33:05 GMT -5
Granted. You think of a wish. However, it's a very lame one and everyone throws brick at you for not being amusing at all. You end up with major brain damage
I wish I managed to smite that writer's block and finish my rp story.
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Post by Zeamass on Aug 1, 2006 11:27:20 GMT -5
Granted. Your writer's block ends and you keep on coming up with ideas. In a slavish attempt to write them all and get them out of your head, you type at your computer, 24/7 and eventually starve to death.
I wish that Gram was maxed out.
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Post by Rynne on Aug 1, 2006 13:02:32 GMT -5
Granted, the wizzes mod fellblades maxes accordingly to Gram's stats. Gram is now maxed, but every fallen hates you. The pk you endlessly until you drop into newbiedom with the implied weapon level limits.
I wish I wasn't so forgetful.
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Post by Zeamass on Aug 1, 2006 22:19:31 GMT -5
Granted. You remember EVERYTHING, including things you should forget. You spend your days running from various organizations. You spend your nights caught up in nostalgia.
I wish that everything that happened to me happened double to schrau.
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Post by Carnely on Aug 3, 2006 1:54:51 GMT -5
Granted. You get a demanding job, he gets one that runs him ragged. You get a lovely partner, he's chased by people madly in lust with him. You get your wallet stolen on the bus, he falls victim to identity theft and is falsely accused of crimes. Finally, exhausted by ths sudden run of freak events, he dies of heart failure. His loyal fans on retro remember your wish and cry out for vengeance. We track you down, torture you horribly and rip you to shreds. [At the same time, Schrau's decaying body is unceremoniously pulled from the ground and dumped somewhere, 'cause they're making a new highway right through the cemetery... but at least he's not alive to see it.]
I wish I could help my friends when things go badly for them.
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Post by Moonsilk on Aug 3, 2006 9:55:35 GMT -5
Granted. Only it seems in helping your friends your stress levels rise to the point where your body almost always aches from muscle strain. The idea of free time vanishes and you start to suffer from insomnia. It gets so bad all those friends you helped check you into a mental hospital so you can recover from your efforts. Unfortunately, your mind set is so twisted by this time, you think you are actually one of the doctors and attempt to help the other patients as well. This works fine until they have to sedate you every time you try to leave the hospital. The sedation becomes so regular that you end up spending the remainder of your life as a human vegetable.
I wish I never had to worry about having enough money.
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Post by Urthdigger on Aug 3, 2006 20:57:14 GMT -5
Granted. A bank mistake unloads millions of dollars into your account. Unfortunately, the cops trace what happened and bust you. You now have to spend the rest of your days in jail, without a store in sight.
I wish I never had to sleep.
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