Sareth wrote:I wish I had world peace for Christmas. And Summer Glau. Yeah, both of those would be nice...
Granted. Christmas Island declares its independence from Australia and remains at peace with every other country in the world. Summer Glau ends her acting career and moves there, so no one's at war with her either (but her fanmail quite clogs the island's tiny postal service, so I'm afraid yours never gets through). Meantime, all the world's existing wars keep going and intensify, and those damn parole violators keep getting away with murder.
Granted! Sadly, you trip on those stretchy legs and take a nasty blow to the head. The doctors aren't sure you'll ever wake from your coma, but at least they don't have to bother with a respirator!
My last wish was fulfilled most distressingly. Now I wish Battlefield Earth had never been made.
Granted, and as a result the new world religion that was due to be founded on the teachings of the movie, a religion which would've solved world hunger, disease and war for the rest of humankind's existance is never created. The world dies in a sea of atomic fire in the year 2011.
Granted, the wizard gives you a phd, a heart on a chain and a medal to symbolise them because those qualities were really IN YOU all the time, unfortunately your best friend and her dog has to leave for Kansas afterwards.
I wish Kevin Figs would put another rock remix up on youtube.
I wish for a version of the Curse of the Wandering Jew - in which I live at a normal rate, but age only one day per century, my body remains intact and free of disease, and I am invulnerable, until I have visited every country on earth.
Alberich wrote:I wish for a version of the Curse of the Wandering Jew - in which I live at a normal rate, but age only one day per century, my body remains intact and free of disease, and I am invulnerable, until I have visited every country on earth.
Granted, as the centuries go by you are constantly amazed at the human race's ability of finding more ways to disgust you. It is not long before you decide to sever yourself from all human contact. You begin to forget your language, your purpose, even your sanity. In the end you just sit huddled in a cave somewhere rocking back and forth, sobbing away the ages for all eternity.
I wish I was endowed with the practical knowledge and equipment needed to safely bend space and time.
