CORRUPT-A-WISH

Just a little 'tradition' I do when I join a forum. Post one of my popular forum games (at least I hope it's mine to own >_> ).

We all know that genies take you literally, and you get to take on the role of one! Take on the role of a sadistic and sarcastic genie, and have some laughs and plotting!

It's like the Wandering Damage System.

Here's to hoping!


Now the rules:

1. No sexual body parts or sexual anything here. Keep it clean.

2. No Off-Topic discussions in here. Keep it going.

3. Have fun. And keep having fun.

4. Check the wish again before posting. Many people were losing out because some people type faster. Thus you get five people replying to the same...friggen wish.

5. Don't be overly offensive, and take it in good fun.


Here's how you play:

Poster1 wishs: I wish I ruled the world!!!

Next person Corrupts it: Granted. After 0.5 seconds your mauled by a starving, rioting mob.
Same person who Corrupted the last post, makes the next wish: I wish for a Xbox 360 that does not get the RROD. (From the original post, years ago.)


Now let's play!


I wish I had the ability for mind control.

Very well, you can now control the minds of others. But they'll still control their own bodies and emotions, so make sure you only use it on people you can take in a fight.

I wish my manager was competent.

Do damn competent it makes everyone else look like an idiot in comparison. And he's still not a pleasant individual. Time to start looking for another position?

I wish I was happily rich.

You find yourself blissfully transformed into a delicious custard dessert. Those that enjoy your cool, creamy innards comment on your ... Richness.

I wish monkeys had guns.

Due to not understanding the fundamental operation of firearms, all species of monkey have been moved to the endangered species list, driven to the brink of extinction by incredibly numbers of accidental discharges. Most of the remainder is suffering from at least some degree of hearling loss, as well.

I wish that everybody in the world would discover that they actually despise the comic book Atomic Robo.

Tomorrow, the news is full of Atomic-Robo. Pinatas, dartboards, doormats, toilet paper-- everything people need to express their deep-seated distaste. The more deeply the public despises Atomic Robo, the more tasteless the parodies and pillorying becomes. Detesting Atomic Robo has become the Next Big Fad, surpassing even the silliness of Twilight-mania. At the height of this, someone discovers that it is you who opened all their eyes to the detestable nature of Atomic Robo. Everyone sends you free samples of their trashy tasteless stuff for you to endorse.


I wish I had gotten my motorcycle license back in the '70s.

Granted. You discovered a love of the open road and the freedom it offered. You became engrossed in Motorcycle lifestyle eventually joining one of 1% MC's. Three years later you are killed in epic gun fight with ATF trying to smuggle AK's across the border.

I wish this wish wouldn't turn out poorly.

Granted. Your wish turned out so spectacularly well that you knew it could never be topped, and thus never wished again. However, you life then became a sad existence of not only not wishing but also not dreaming. Your soul-crushingly boring life caused you to pursue dangerous hobbies. Unfortunately your life ended prematurely in an attempt to base jump from a 6 story bank building in Goodland, Kansas.

I wish, I wish, I wish I had a job that I loved.

Granted. You wished three times, and get not one, not two, but three jobs you love. Which means you're working three jobs, getting only a couple hours of sleep a night, and never really living up to expectations at any of them, denying you satisfaction at all of them. Your murderous work schedule drives your family away, leaving you a bitter divorcee. You have wealth and no time to spend any of it. You die early of a heart attack, a Starbucks latte with tripled espresso in your hand.

I wish I were married to the most beautiful woman in the world.

Granted. In a few years time, however, this jerk named Paris, while staying as a guest in your own home no less, either seduces or kidnaps her (the details remain kind of fuzzy). Your brother gets a bunch of guys together, and you all end up having to fight a war in Asia Minor for ten years to get her back.

I wish I could teleport