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[Nega]

Granted. Your wish gets wasted since there is no word such as "sommun" 

I wish for more Khajiits in Skyrim. Getting tired of them only in the trade caravans.

[Pokon]

Granted. Your wish gets wasted since there is no word such as "sommun" 

I wish for more Khajiits in Skyrim. Getting tired of them only in the trade caravans.

You would soon find out that they follow you like bandits, and they leave almost nothing to loot.

I wish I could become any animal at will.

[Eagle_eye]

Granted. You can't change back.

I wish for another wish.

[Devling]

No. Thats not how it fucking works.
Fuck you.
I don't have all day to give you idiots extra wishes!
No wishes for you!

I wish for a really good cheap turn based strategy that I enjoyed.

[Techhead]

Granted. You enjoyed it, past tense, and it was the best RTS you ever played. You can never play it again, due to unforeseen circumstances involving a cat and an electromagnet. Your efforts to find it again are fruitless, as it appears to have disappeared from the internet. Eventually, your fruitless search for another copy fills your mind with doubt that you played it at all, wondering if you simply imagined the game in the first place. Your days are filled with longing for that RTS you remember playing, and you buy countless others looking for a similar experience. However, no other game ever compares to it, and buying every other RTS you ever found drives you deep into dept.

I wish for a bag of popcorn.

[Dunamisdeos]

Granted. It was the best popcorn you ever ate. All other popcorn now fills you with nothing but wistful memories of that last, great bag. You eat more and more popcorn in an effort to regain the glorious salty, buttery goodness you remember, only to descend deeper and depper into regret and popcorn obesity. You quit your job to eat more popcorn, sell your car to buy more popcorn, and ignore everyone you knew in your fruitless quest for the perfect kernel. You die spent and unfulfilled, barely remembering the taste of that last great bag..... of popcorn.

I wish this wasn't a metaphor for my life.

[Techhead]

Granted, it is now a metaphor for your death. From obesity.

I wish that dunamisdeos's corruption of my wish didn't seem like such a ripoff of my corruption of Devling's.

[Dunamisdeos]

Wish granted. It was a deliberate mockey.

I wish for a puppy.

[adasdad]

granted.

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I wish that i was good at everything i did, but still bad enough that I didn't get bored.

[Dunamisdeos]

Granted. You now have pneumonia.

I wish for a seashell down by the seashore.

[Eagle_eye]

Granted. You are now a clam.

I wish that every sentient individual in existence becomes immortal, in the sense of being incapable of dying except when they desire it while unaffected by intoxicants, depression, or any other state that might influence their reasoning, as well as sterile, in the sense of reproducing, without any negative effect on individuals who are currently undergoing gestation, growth, or any condition that might result in problems were they or another individual to become infertile, and that all of these beings be unchanged by becoming immortal, except for gaining immortality, including any conditions that might be an unavoidable result of immortality through normal means.

[Devling]

Granted. You enjoyed it, past tense, and it was the best RTS you ever played. You can never play it again, due to unforeseen circumstances involving a cat and an electromagnet. Your efforts to find it again are fruitless, as it appears to have disappeared from the internet. Eventually, your fruitless search for another copy fills your mind with doubt that you played it at all, wondering if you simply imagined the game in the first place. Your days are filled with longing for that RTS you remember playing, and you buy countless others looking for a similar experience. However, no other game ever compares to it, and buying every other RTS you ever found drives you deep into dept.

Except for the last part, about buying a bunch of RTS, this is pretty much every good game I ever played eventually.

Granted. Since the primary goals of sentient life is breeding, 90% of everything becomes a useless lay about, doing nothing but eating and enjoying entertainment.

I wish that I had the ability to have my wishes not corrupted.

[Dunamisdeos]

Granted. You lose the ability to make wishes.

I wish I wasn't so damn clever.

[Lagslayer]

Granted, but you are now Paris Hilton!

I wish I had telekinetic powers.

[timferius]

Granted!
Now, using only the power of your mind, you can send signals to your arms and legs, causing them to apply kinetic force to any object within their reach.

I wish for one of the Printers from a Science Fiction short story I read in class once. (Basically, they could be used to print and create knock-off anythings. Essentially advanced 3d printers).