I wish....

You get your pencils and paper, but you killed the thread to get it.

I wish to revive this old game.

Great news! The thread is revived! ^^
Too bad it'll die again in three... two...

Wait! I didn't mean it! xD

I wish stuff would be stuff. [/moment of randomness]

Your wish is granted, you are now a doll in the collection of a Japanese school girl who gets her kicks doing horrible things to dolls.

I wish for something horribly bad, like universe ending bad. And I want popcorn to eat while I watch it.

Your wish is granted, but you choke on your popcorn and die before the big show even starts.

I wish that Hisoka would stop using ellipses... in Story Time 2!

Your wish is granted, now I will switch to using leetspeak during Story Time 2.


I wish for it to rain odd objects.

Your wish is granted. It rains odd objects. Odd pointy, sharp, aiming only for you kinda objects.

I wish I could write more.

Your wish is granted, you write so much you end up starving to death. Your body is then used in a ritual that ends up bringing about the end of the world. Upon your tombstone some anonymous person writes "thanks for nothing."

I wish for an end to this.

Your wish is granted. I lock the thread for three minutes, before getting bored and making a new wish.

I wish for a beginning!

Your wish is granted!

*clang! clang* The blacksmith slaves away on the bellows, trying for the four hundred and seventy-third time to forge a blade worthy enough to be named the Wyrd Swyrd. He fails. Realizing he hasn't the skill, he embarks upon an epic quest to Elfynhyme, to study elvish smithry and forge a blade that can change the world....

Unfortunately, if you write this story, it will become a viral success among second-graders and you will no longer have a life, as your creation will forever dominate your destiny.




I wish...
for an ending. xD

Your wish is granted!

The Smith facepalms and chuckles to himself. Why is he going to the Elves when he has a Dwarf for a next door neighbor? Dwarves are far superior smiths than the pointy ears. He turns around, gets a few tips and makes his sword.

A potenial epic is ruined. Congrats!

I wish that I don't have to work tommorrow...

Your wish is granted, you are fired. This sends you into a deep depression and you end up dying in a back alley as a homeless bum.

I wish for another wish.

You get another wish, but it only allows you to swish a dish and wish for fish.

I wish that I had more patience.

Your wish is granted, you are turned into a lovely marble statuette. Thus you are granted the patience of a timeless work of art.


I wish Lamenting would reply already.