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Granted, except the person named 'me' is suicidal and so he kills himself - therefore killing you.

ADDITION:
I wish I had more SEN powers than IP.

Wish granted. Unfortunately for you, the system switches to communism over throwing the old power and you end up being shot.

I wish I had motivation to submit something to my dA account...

Me too.
*RexyRex wishes she knew what a dA account was.

game 0wnd.

Wish granted, however, as soon as you have your content all planned out, deviant art goes under. From depression of this, you have a stroke and die.

Lame yes, but I didn't want kamey to pwn the game with an abreviation ;/.

I wish I could find my soul mate... ie: loves my types of music, games, and food. (hint: my soul mate wouldn't kill me either, or have any std's and the like...)

OMG, my pants is like... stuck in my computer chair wheel... seriously...
help...
can't get up...
noooooooooezzzzzz.,_,gdfg0*`

Granted. And she does love the same kind of food. 800 pounds so.

I wish Stalemate would make some more demos.

EDIT: Stalemate is a local band.

Granted. The local badn you speak of makes more demos. They all suck and blow out your speakers? Anyways....

I wish I had map making skills!!!

Your wish is granted. You consistantly make good maps and everyone thinks your god. You constantly get PMs and whenever ppl see you on they spam the shoutbox, ur e-mail, and follows you around. You are pressured to make better maps and, not wanting to dissapoint, do, but your grades keep dropping and you stare at the comp screen so long ur vision gets really bad. Then you get hit by a bus while crossing the street on a green light.


I wish I had a dollar for every time I lied.

Granted, you are now richer than Bill Gates.
He becomes jealous and sends you a virus that makes your computer a bomb.
It kills you and everyone in a two mile radius.

I wish my news script was done.

Granted. But your computer overheats and stops working. Unfortunately you don't think of keeping the hard drive or any other components that still might work and you get a new one thinking your script is lost forever.

I wish people in this thread would be more creative. Namely those replying to mine.

granted. but a flock of crows sweep through the USA and peck all of the wires for the internet so nobody could finish their creative posts causing everybody to move to canada where everybody dies of boredom and lack of creativity.

I wish i was the admin of SEN

Me too.

Granted. You both become Administrators. Somehow you get hacked by all of the Global Moderators. Your comps blow up and...you explode...

Anyways....I wish I had tons of minerals!!!!

You get tons of minerals but the new version of SEN comes out and your minerals are rendered useless.


I wish The nerds candy pieces were smaller.

Granted. Nerds become smaller. You can't tell you are eating any and they clog p your throat causing you to die...

I wish Rexy would say hi to me in the shoutbox...

Wish Granted, rexy says hi to you in the shoutbox. But you get so excited you have a heart attack and die.

I wish that all 78 of my maps were finished and 1337.

Too bad.

indecisiveman really needs to be banned from this thread.

Granted. "1337", of course, although technicaly translating to "elite", is equivelant to "1 4M DUMB4$$!!!", so although they're all finished, they suck.


Granted, but his friend decides to do him a favor by posting all his corruptions and wishes for him.
(Hey, I felt like it, and if anyone wants to complain that Chuiu wasn't wishing it, then I wasn't quoting him; I just happened to decide to type something very similar to what he said as a wish and corrupt it myself).

I wish that my mod would get finished by me and would be awesome, by my definition of the word. Also, the mod is not destroyed, does not take-up excessive amounts of hardrive space, random chance and bad luck will not kill me or destroy any of my posessions, friends, friend's possessions, the file will not become lost, and it will not corrupt.

I dunno what a mod is. ><


Anyways....

The gets a mind of it's own and starts doing things without your consent. It organizes a group of king penguins to play basketball and they win the championship thingy. They get so good that other people start training penguins for other sports too, such as hockey, soccer, baseball, and, of course, swimming. Soon there are no more normal penguins in the world. The best friends of the penguin race, the reindeer, get sad refuses to pull Santa's sleigh and all the good children in the world do not get good gifts. Seeing as how they aren't rewarded for their good deeds, the fiesty ones start giant mobs of smart geeks and send viruses and whatnot to everyone's computer. Seeing all the distress, Santa decides to whip the reindeer to force them to pull the sleigh but the reindeer fight back and knock out Santa and eat his cookies. Then they fly to Miami and terrorize the beaches.

Now back to the penguins...

The penguins get too smart for their own good being around humans for so long and start getting greedy ideas. They turn the human race on each other and then capture all the politicians in the world. Then all humans turn into Hippys and do pot and sing songs all day. This made the farmers leave their farms and everyone not work so no food was left in the world. People start eating their cats and dogs and even a penguin or two was eaten. The human race started to die out and then the penguins took over. But the reindeer are not so eager to let the penguins rule the world so they form the Special Armed Forces of Reindeer Floopy Shady Ultra Supreme Confederacy and fight the penguins and a cross species war is started. Everything in the way of the war was destroyed or taken as supplies and the humans were the slaves of both races.

But the fairy species that were forced underground by the humans saw this as an oppertunity to take back what was rightfully their and blasted to the surface to join the fight. Millions of reindeer and penguins were slaughtered and mesmerized by the fairies and the world was finally theirs again. But secretly, Bill Gates was secretly building a super weapon and forced the fairies back underground with his army of robots and now Bill Gates ruled the world. Everyone was now identified with a numerical code and....

THE END.

Moral of the story:
Mod made. Pekkel wrote long story. Everyone gets shady.

I wish the world was less shady and more floopy.

Granted, it becomes so floopy that the edges start drooping downwards, causing us all to eventualy fall off.

I wish that you knew that a mod is short for "modification" and is used to play whatever the game given mod is for, in this case StarCraft, and can do all kinds of weird things like give Marines laser attacks that go 20 matrices, do 2 damage, and fire 1/5 as fast a Siege Tank, or perhaps just give them shields, maybe make Zealots glow like Scarabs and give them range, flying Dragoons that look like Interceptors...

Granted, but pekkel_the_duck embeds a nasty virus in his newly-created mod and sends it to you. Your anti-virus software doesn't identify it as a threat, so you play the mod. Once you exit Starcraft, however, your computer crashes and never recovers, no matter what you do.

I wish that there were no more political parties.

wish granted. Now there are only religous extremist groups.

I wish I had some real friends

Granted, but your friends betray you and kill you by poisoning your lunch.

I wish there were no religious extremist groups.

man, pekkel is teh master of this forum.

Wish Granted, now there are only hippies. (i dunno)

I wish i had a cow. and a penguin.