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Post by Luka on Feb 1, 2005 2:16:58 GMT -5
I really like this game, and it's worked on the other site I've introduced it on. Some of you might know how it works already, but let's try it anyway.
The basic idea is to corrupt the person's wish in the worst way possible, but to keep it true and grant it. I'll give you a few examples so you get the idea.
I wish my arm would stop hurting.
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Post by Retter on Feb 1, 2005 2:26:07 GMT -5
Ooh, I know how this works! *salute!* I'll help out!
Granted. While going out to get some aspirin for your aching arm, you get clipped at the crosswalk by a swerving van, ripping your arm clean off. Well, at least you don't have to worry about it hurting anymore...
I wish it would rain during the summer, so there wouldn't be a drought.
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LeiLei
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Touch me, L. Rapter, and YOU WILL DIE!!!.... again... |HP- 50/50 Lv. 1|
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Post by LeiLei on Mar 23, 2005 13:55:53 GMT -5
It rains. And rains. And rains some more, until it floods the world. You are okay, until mutated aquatic leeches devour you.
I wish for a kitty! Nyan!
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vengeancereaper
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When the neddle isn't good enough,use FIRE!!!
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Post by vengeancereaper on Oct 13, 2005 14:09:52 GMT -5
Granted...here..this is fluffy...*Gives her Crocadile*...it's 1/100 bunny rabbit...how it happened I don't know and much less care.
I wish I had to power to summon undead creatures to serve me in my war on humanity!
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vengeancereaper
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When the neddle isn't good enough,use FIRE!!!
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Post by vengeancereaper on Oct 13, 2005 14:15:08 GMT -5
Granted...here, this is fluffy *Gives her crocadile*...He is 1/100 bunny rabbit....how it happened I don't know and much less care...
I wish I had the power to summon undead monsters from the grave to serve me with anything I wanted.
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Post by HAMLET on Nov 2, 2008 23:19:16 GMT -5
Congradulations, unfortunately they form a union held together firmly by lots of red tape.
I wish:
"Seems" Madam? Nay, it is. I know not "seems" Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother, Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath, No, nor the fruitful river of the eye Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, moods, shapes of grief That can denote me truly, These indeed "seem" For they are the actions that a man might play, But I have that within which passes show These but the trappings and the suits of woe
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