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Sep-15-2006 02:30

This is a very simple and fun game. The first person makes a wish, and each following person finds some way to corrupt the wish and then makes a new wish. For example:

Person 1. I wish I had a dog

Person 2. You have a dog, but it dies the day after you get it

I wish I had a muffin

Person 3: You get a muffin, but you drop it and have to throw it away.

And so on.

Your firt wish to corrupt is this:

I wish I had a new car.

Feb-9-2008 04:02

Poof! Done. You soon find though that ruling the Sleuth world isn't all it's cracked up to be. S'always people at each other's throats, complaints about server speed, and game glitches, the sleuth coupons aren't working, and why can't I play more free games, and why was my SM rejected, there's a typo in this, and an incosistency in that, and a there's people to ban from the chat rooms, everyone wants their questions answered yesterday... and EVERYONE thinks they're important coz they coughed up their $7 this month, and the customer is always right, right? And you, you have to respond in due course, otherwise your just seen as a slack arse that doesn't ever get back to anyone and doesn't look after the paying customer. LOL so forget about ever playing Noir again. That's gone buddy. Sit back, buy the cheapest anti-depressant you can get in bulk, slip on a slightly chewed fez (kinda smells like baby vomit) from the last bloke who had your gig, and rule supreme... you are KING!

I wish for rain.

Feb-9-2008 06:41

It rains. And rains. And rains some more. And rains even more, so that (city where sleuth server is located) is flooded and there is a massive power outage and the sleuth server is shorted out and starts a huge fire that melts the whole building down. No-one can play sleuth anymore. People like me get really really mad at you for wishing it to rain and soon you find you have a whole new "fan" club stalking you, so you have to get plastic surgery and run away to hide in Scotland.

I wish it wasn't so cold that i have to wear gloves to study.

Feb-9-2008 11:27

Poof! Your hands fall off. No more gloves with which to study. Sorry, Top.

I wish I could stop thinking about this @#$% RPG and go on with my life.

Feb-9-2008 13:56

Shazaam!! You don't have to worry bout thinking bout this @#$% RPG anymore. One eeeeeensy little problem though.... That little lightning bolt that the genie just used to eradicate your obsessive-compulsion, errrr, was set on slightly more than stun. Seems it sorta fried your brain just a tiny bit (like the proverbial egg). You're now a brain-less human, walking around, trying to go about your regular life. But hey, at least that @#$% RPG's not runnin' round the ol' memory bank, over and over and over....
;-D

(Darned genies, we gotta get them unionized one of these days....;-)

I wish the mother-in-law's 4-month puppy would housebreak himself. Soon.

Feb-9-2008 14:25

Mekaleki Meka Heini ho!
The puppy will only pee outside. The scent of it, however, attracts wild pumas.


I wish to stumble upon an old picture of my grandfather in the suspect list.

Feb-10-2008 16:09

You stuble upon an old picture of your grandfatherr in the suspect list. Unfortunatly, your granddad then pops out of the picture and demands that you turn around. upon turning around you find an evil hypnotist, bent on distroying your saneness. The rest is history. :)

I wish my friend would get online.

Feb-11-2008 18:32

Your frined becomes a professional spammer.



I wish my dishes would clean themselves, every day, and safely put themselves away.

Feb-11-2008 19:41

They are washed and dried then they put themselves in a bottom less pit costing you money


I wish i was a famous writer.

Feb-12-2008 17:29

You are now a famous writer. Only famous for writing the most terrible novels that no-one would buy.

I wish I had a unicycle.

Feb-13-2008 14:46

*poof* Unicycles are great. But they draw the wrong crowds. Before you know it there's a lot of out of work clowns hanging round your neighbourhood... middle aged guys who can't remember their real names but liked to be called 'Buttons' and 'Happy', all the while swigging out of a brown paper bag hiccupping the the melody to the Baby Elephant Walk. Moment you jump on the unicycle on the driveway theresl clowns comin' up to you asking for a 'hit'... "just one pedal man, it's been so long..." It's round about the time when 'Buttons' offers to trade you for a puppet show, and you realise he doesn't have any puppets that you give up the unicycle for walking... ok so you're actually running... and screaming... same diff.

I wish I was all stretchy like Mr Fantastic or Plastic man so I could change the blinking fluro tube abive me without having to go and get the ladder.