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[Paxiecrunchle]

Your hesitation to wish has cost you dearly.
All apples on Earth spontaneously rot off of their trees, killing the seeds and, eventually, the last apple tree dies.

The first church of apples disbands and you-and the fruit you are God of- fade into legend. Eventually you rekindle some tiny recognition as marvel releases a comic in which their version of you is a D list villain to Thor, but the concept of apples is so fantastical and unrealistic that it kills the character. It's too unbelievable.
With no believers, you fall comatose, until such time as apples happen to evolve again, and inspire more worship.
Someday...

I wish for a can of clown repellent.

Wow harsh, although I never had any worshippers to begin with...

Granted, you find a can containing a magical substance that repels the very concept of ''clown'' away from it, and all associated concepts like laughter, makeup, large noses, circuses, wherever it is spread it causes a bizarre trail of destruction to follow as not only does the substance repelclowns, but also attracts rabid animals to it at a constant and improbable rate.

I wish that the apple god[me] had a beautiful apple temple upon which pears and other fruits were sacrificed to feed the ONE TRUE FRUIT.

[BlitzDungeoneer]

Granted. However, one night, your temple is raided and you are killed by people seeking to end your tyranny. The last thing you see is a man taking a bite out of a pear.

I wish for more weapons than I know what to do with.

[blueturtle1134]

Granted. They are all made of apples.

I wish we had apples again.

[pikachu17]

((isn't that someone's avatar?))

Yep. Forgot who, though.

((Akura, I believe.))

[Puppyguard]

Granted. Apple trees now grow apples and apple weapons.

I wish for a tree that reaches into space.

[Dunamisdeos]

An apple tree grows arms, reached into space, and pulls the moon down upon your house before delicately returning it to orbit.

I wish for my own moon.

[Stirk]

Granted. A fat man moons you.

I wish to be able to transform anything into a pun.

[GigaGiant]

Granted. No one invites you to parties any more.

I wish I could be invited to a party.

[TalonisWolf]

Granted. It was a party of adventurers on a quest to capture you for the Blood Altar Sacrifice, they couldn't believe it was so easy.

I wish for a human-friendly Cthulu.

[Dunamisdeos]

Your humanthulu forcibly restructures all humanity into squid people, because humanthulu considers this to be a benevolent favor on its part.

I wish for a calamari appetizer.

[Madman198237]

Granted.

You are served a dish of Mon Calamari, but before you can eat it Admiral Ackbar shows up and shoots you dead with a blaster, before yelling "DIE, FOUL CARNIVOROUS BEAST! IT WAS A TRAP!"

I wish for no exams, so I can make it to one of the first showings of the new Star Wars movie.

[Maximum Spin]

Granted. Unfortunately, the movie sucks. Then, because you failed to learn your chosen profession adequately, you die homeless and poor.

I wish for a delicious cake.

[Madman198237]

Granted. The cake is made with my tears of sadness, and you die of melancholy while eating it.


I wish for a good blaster.

[Stirk]

Granted. You get a computer worm.

I wish that all lasers in Star Wars would be replaced by guns. Especially the swords.

[GigaGiant]

Granted. Your blaster is the envy of your community. Late one night, someone breaks into your house and steals it. They also steal your TV. Just because.

Granted. Star Wars fans now hate you and want you to die. Watch out for their cosplayers, cause now they're packing heat.

I wish that I could mimic the superpowers of any fictional character.