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[Stirk]

Granted. You get wise and mod in faux bogeymen that are extremely easy to defeat. Except the fact you have to allow the game to generate one normal bogeyman that will still kick your ass.

...Forgot I could do that, and I have my own mod....

Granted! They are a lot like Gold stars, but have less effort put into their construction.

Granted! Jupiter, being a god, is momentarily stunned before being amazed at his new found wealth.

I wish my mod would be the most popular mod ever!

[Eric Blank]

Granted. You get endless messages from people telling you how adding this thing they made would make it infinitely betterer!

I wish someone would actually give me some useful feedback on my mods...

[hops]

Granted. It's so blunt and honest that you get so hurt and swear off modding forever.

I wish for ADVENTURES.

[WillowLuman]

Granted. You go camping and get the crap beaten out of you by bogeymen.

I wish I hadn't been sick for 5 days.

[flabort]

Granted. You were stranded on a desert planet for those 5 days.

I wish that my jokes made sense and were humorous.

[Eric Blank]

Granted. They are inappropriate despite their hilarity and make people want to punch you while they laugh.

I wish for a cookie.

[Stirk]

Granted. A hacker takes that cookie and uses it to decipher all of your passwords, ruining your life.

I wish to be able to buy any gun I want!

[Lyeos]

Granted. But you can only ever buy guns. This curse extends to trading as well, so you cannot trade for food. You now must live off the land, or turn to a life of crime.

I wish I could make it rain. Acid rain. Super corrosive acid rain. Yes.

[WillowLuman]

Granted. The only thing you can do with this power is be a supervillain, and you better hope you have the secondary power of being acid-resistant.

I wish for a speedy recovery.

[Eric Blank]

Granted. You quickly recover from the foolish belief that you are non longer Ill

I wish I could find my old supreme commander key code. And had electricity to run my computer. ;-;

[Stirk]

Granted. But you can only ever buy guns. This curse extends to trading as well, so you cannot trade for food. You now must live off the land, or turn to a life of crime.

(What is wrong with that? I have everything I need! Guns and uhhhh......Guns.)

Granted. In fact, damaged parts of your body end up regenerating at an incredible rate. Ever seen AKIRA? You end up like Tatsuo.

I wish I could find my old supreme commander key code. And had electricity to run my computer. ;-;

Granted! The electricity is in the form of a shock that destroys the key code.

I wish that everyone would have the same song I do stuck in their heads.

[Lyeos]

Granted. They kill you in order to end it.

I wish for peanut brittle.

(What is wrong with that? I have everything I need! Guns and uhhhh......Guns.)

Only guns, never ammo.

[WillowLuman]

Granted. You quickly recover from the foolish belief that you are non longer Ill

(If only this didn't turn out to be true )

Granted. They kill you in order to end it.

I wish for peanut brittle.

Granted, you ARE peanut brittle.

[Eric Blank]

(Oh, sorry :v)

Granted. You're no longer sick. I was lying.

I wish the laundry would stuff itself into bags, haul itself to the laundromat and wash itself, then return home. Because I dunt wanna.

[Magnumcannon]

Granted! But unfortunately, laundries all over the world are rebelling and wreaking havoc over all nations.

I wish for becoming an owl.