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05-25-2008, 03:03 AM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: A lonely little Farmer's Market called Kent.
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Corrupted Wishes Game (Continued)
As far as I know, the last starter of the Corrupted Wishes game has left, so I decided to continue it.
The aim is to say something you wish, then the next person posted says "Granted", but then after they say that, they tell of some unfortunate thing happening to you because of that wish.
Example:
Me: I wish I was dating a supermodel.
Next person: Granted, but unfortunately she's hates sex and is all for female-power, therefore forcing you to do all the cleaning everyday.
Now let's start for real:
I wish I had maximum security clearance throughout all the world.
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05-31-2008, 12:45 AM
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Prolific Writer
Join Date: May 2005
Location: In the dark recesses of the mind
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Granted, however, because you have been given access to every vital piece of information available, you have become a security risk. You are placed in an induced coma where you are fed and evactuated via plastic tubes. Your security badge dangles on its chain.
I wish I could write.
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Suffer the little children...
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05-31-2008, 06:10 AM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: A lonely little Farmer's Market called Kent.
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Granted, but during your writing you discover that God does not exist, and never has. Christian crazies then execute you so the evidence does not get out.
I wish I was god.
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05-31-2008, 08:32 AM
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Prolific Writer
Join Date: May 2005
Location: In the dark recesses of the mind
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Granted. As God, you flourish for awhile, until slowly, the people you loved so dearly begin to lose interest in you. then, they begin to blame you for the troubles they make for themselves. As their faith in you wanes, you begin to wither and suffer painful spasms and seizures. the pain increases as your disloyal subjects begin to mock you, and suddenly you are filled with the absolute desire to destroy that which you had so carefully created, but alas, your power is so diminished you are unable to perform the simplest of miracles. Only a small raindrop or two on command. You pass the next few eons in the utmost agony, wishing vainly for death. Until, one day, your flock begin to worship themselves as gods, flaunting their knowledge, and living lives of cruelty, perversity, and ignorance. You cease to exist, but the pain endures...
I wish I had the ability of flight.
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Suffer the little children...
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05-31-2008, 09:23 AM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: A lonely little Farmer's Market called Kent.
Gender: Male
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Granted, but the moment you are granted this power you fly up into the skies with glee. You fly straight into the path of the flight from Gatwick to Alicante, and are hit by a Passenger EasyJet Plane.
I wish I had the power of Double-Post.
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05-31-2008, 09:30 AM
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Prolific Writer
Join Date: May 2005
Location: In the dark recesses of the mind
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Ouch. Knew I should have wished for flight and a GPS navigator. Damn.
Granted. You begin to post, but the double-posts begin to echo, multiplying and expanding like a virus. Soon, the spam posts begin to bog down the WF servers, crashing the entire Forum, causing everyone to turn off their internet and actually write stories instead of witty, well though out posts...
I wish I didn't have to work for a living.
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06-01-2008, 08:19 PM
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Profound Writer
Join Date: Nov 2006
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Granted...
But then I found that living as a housewife meant dirty washing, cleaning up pots, looking after kids and having sex with a 20st hairy man.
I wish I was happy...
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'Jonny's laying in his sperm coffin and the angel looks down at him and says:
"Oh, pretty boy, can't you show me nothing but surrender?' - Patti Smith
Punk is dead - get over it.
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06-02-2008, 01:58 PM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Apr 2008
Location: A lonely little Farmer's Market called Kent.
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Granted. but then your happiness overtakes you, so you happily give a stranger your purse, then the stranger asks to kill you, and you're so happy you don't want to upset the stranger, so you agree.
I wish I was a house-dog, without a care in the world!
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06-02-2008, 02:29 PM
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Prolific Writer
Join Date: May 2005
Location: In the dark recesses of the mind
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Granted, then you hit puberty and you are taken to a bright place where they place a big rubber band around your manhood. After it rots off, you realize that not only do you have no care in the world, but you also don't care about anything anymore....what's the point?
I wish I knew every secret of the universe....
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06-03-2008, 01:52 AM
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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: melbourne, australia
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granted, unfortunately everything now adds up to 42
i wish i was due for holidays
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06-03-2008, 03:34 AM
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Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Out in the bush, Queensland, Australia, far from the madding crowd
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Granted, however it has to be in the form of a d.w.e. at the Hydro Majestic in the Blue Mountains with a banana-bending bovine.
I wish . . . .
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How Beautiful it is to Do Nothing, and then Rest Afterwards . . . . . Spanish proverb
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06-03-2008, 06:02 AM
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Prolific Writer
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Location: The Slut Garden
Gender: Male
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Granted, unfortunately your wish of nothing has caused you to become isolated and now you have to see a psychologist.
I wish I could bone Franka Potente.
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06-03-2008, 11:06 AM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: North Eastern England UK
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Granted...
You regain conciousness in front of an operating table, fish-knife in hand. Franka Potente is now a rubbery corpse and ready for the pot, when the police burst in... damn!
I wish B&Q hadn't sold my 80 year-old father a chainsaw... I mean - WHY!!?
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06-04-2008, 07:16 PM
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Prolific Writer
Join Date: May 2005
Location: In the dark recesses of the mind
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Granted- although i can't exactly say what the hell that wish is about but....
Unfortunately, since your dad didn't have the chainsaw, he wasn't able to save you when a tree blew over on your tent during your annual camping trip. As you lay pinned beneath the pine, slowly being crushed to death, your father slowly meandered his way back down the mountain towards civilization (only to be eaten by an angry bear, but you don't know that because you were already dead). As you lay dying, your final moments are spent in agony as small forest animals gnaw at your exposed skull and brain matter, sparking memories of a time when your mother and father were still married, and you knew the meaning of happiness...
I wish my body didn't require sleep...
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06-05-2008, 07:51 AM
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Best Seller
Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: melbourne, australia
Gender: Female
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granted, although now you walk around sporting two tooth picks, permanently holding up your eyelids ... is it any wonder people stare at you for long periods of time, speaking of witch ...
i wish time wasn't so slippery
Last edited by ash somers : 06-05-2008 at 08:10 PM.
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