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Bill Oakes
Bill Oakes

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.

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AZN_Cinderella
AZN_Cinderella

Jul-14-2009 23:08

Lolita Martinez does change her name to Bill, but that means that you have to change your name to Princess Banana Fontana Crud Bag. (has anyone seen Friends?)

I wish that I would get a perfect score on my SAT.

Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Jul-15-2009 11:58

You get 100% on your SATS...
"Silly Answers Throughout Sleuth".

(I get 110%, SO THERE!!)

I wish luc pfeiffer would go back to his Swiss ancestral home his "origins" left him.

luc pfeiffer
luc pfeiffer
Red-Nosed

Jul-17-2009 00:17

Never said my ancestry was Swiss, said my background was Swiss. Big difference there, especially to the ancestors.

But in honor of this vaunted institution...

Luc gets pushed out of a train outside of Basel and his luggage is tossed out after him. After yelling several choice invectives in both French and Switzerdutsch to the train inspectors who had objected to his first class ticket being carried in a third class compartment, Luc started walking into town. He falls in with a bad crowd, takes up painting and has several of his paintings (which could have been penned by a four-year-old) bought by various museums. Unfortunately, each museum labels his work as being done by Pablo Picasso, aka Sir William Weine, so Luc receives none of the fame in later years and only a pittance for the paintings themselves. He retires to a (very) small cottage and a Schrebergarten and lives happily in obscurity for many years.

Unlike Mr. Weine. He is arrested in the early 1940's for forging Picasso's and confined to a mental institution after being deemed as completely psychotic and totally without hope of rehabilitation (both for forgery and for shooting people).

I wish Missy the Tiger would stop shredding my ankles. The director wishes that she would lose her soft spot for his shoes. Take your pick.


Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Jul-18-2009 03:35

Letter from the John Bong Jail asylum, NY.

To: luc pfeiffer, the City Hall, Sleuthville Message Board Game Room

How dare you! Pierre says it was a blank, wasn't it, Pierre?

*props up corpse*

Missy stops shredding ankles but instead eats Swiss-backgrounded people who think the Sleuth's Weine family are forgers, SO THERE!

*sulks*

Weine is an alias by the way, but continue calling me it.

I wish luc would be arrested too so I could meet him in the asylum.

Yours Truly,
Sir William Weine

P.S. Looking forward to seeing you, luc...

Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Jul-18-2009 03:37

P.P.S. Who is the director?

luc pfeiffer
luc pfeiffer
Red-Nosed

Aug-14-2009 11:22

Ok. Mr. Weine has gone on long enough for the anticipation of having his questions answered. The directors of my agency are Anikka, Breitkat Pfeiffer (a sort of distant cousin), and her husband David Adams. Have fun siccing them. They're even more acerbic than me at times.

As for your wish, again, ok here ya go...

Luc is walking down the Rive Gauche in Geneva, trying to get to his bank, when two police officers stop him, ask him a bunch of questions, salute him, arrest him, and haul him off to jail for having less than 10 francs in his pocket. He does get to make a phone call, calls Ani, pleas for money, receives a visitor two days later (I think it was that Shady guy but i didn't get a good enough look), and posts his 100 franc bond with 128,900 francs left over (just a guess -- haven't looked at the exchange rates for francs and Sleuthbucks lately). He then goes out to a swanky restaurant on the Rive Droite to make up for the appalling bad food they served him while in gaol and toasts the healty of Sir William Weine in his mental institution (don't forget to aim more to the right next time if you really want to off your target).

I wish for ... hmmm. I wish for a trip to Rome and a Moped so I can have a really fun ride down the Spanish Steps.

Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Aug-15-2009 03:45

Rome is in ITALY not SPAIN! No Spanish steps for you, you non-geographer! A story to reply...

Sir Will is found to be sane and walks over to luc's Swiss place, where he sabotages it for luc's putting him into prison. Then he leaves behind a note for the Rome factions to read when they steal the rigged moped as they had planned. Then, when the faction's man dies, luc is blamed. He is ransomed for 130,000 francs, and owes $10 even after he sells ALL his swanky clothes. They throw him out naked and he can't pay for a ticket so he can get home.

I wish luc would not send a know-it-all reply. He can't tell Italy from Spain.

Irene
Irene

Aug-16-2009 11:38

(Just a note: I am not Luc Pfeiffer, so I just imagine an answer. - since the last wish was about Luc, I thought I were to answer as him)

Luc Pfeiffer sent a telegram.

Sir William Weine. Stop.
I don't know what you are talking about. Stop.
Rome is the name of our local pizza bar. Stop.
And, the Spanish Steps are the many steps that go from there down to the Spanish quarter. Stop. What has this with Italy and Spain to do? Stop.
Luc Pfeiffer. Stop.

Luc wonders if Sir William Weine never have experienced the fun of riding on a Moped down an awful lot of steps?

Then Luc recieves a telegram from one of the museums that he sold pictures too, who tell that they have found out about the mis-labeling of the pictures. They said that they finally found the reciept where it said that Luc Pfeiffer recieved 50 francs for the picture. The museum apologized of their messing, and told that the same day they had recieved a letter from Sir William Weine, where he offered them a real Picasso picture, and they had been so excited they had mixed it up, putting his name on Luc's work.
Now, when the misunderstanding had been cleared up, the museum realized that the value of the picture they had bought from Luc was much higher than what he was paid, and they asked if he would come visit them to recieve an additional payment of 100 000 francs?
The museum also said that they had tried to get in contact with Sir William Weine to try to make up for what he had to suffer because of the misunderstanding, but he seemed to be gone from the John Bang asylum...

I wish I could go to a nice restaurant to have a nice meal together with a special man...

luc pfeiffer
luc pfeiffer
Red-Nosed

Aug-16-2009 12:11

POOF! The Fairy Godmother finds your wish compelling enough to come back from her vacation in Tahiti and goes to work.

You find yourself yanked out of thin air from your job and into a nice little boutique that actually takes Sleuthbucks with a 50,000 credit to your name. You choose a naughty little black dress that just looks FABULOUS on you and skip the heels. Dancing slippers! Those will be great! The whole outfit leaves you with no cash but hopefully your date will be a man with old world values and pay. (Or maybe the Fairy Godmother has something else up her sleeve for that...)

You step out the door of the boutique and into ... thin air again. The Fairy Godmother is whisking you away to a salon (that curiously enough again accepts Sleuthbucks and has a credit for you). You spend a wonderful couple of hours being pampered with a haircut and style, a facial, and a manicure/pedicure. You step out the door into (you guessed it) thin air.

You are whisked to the swankiest restaurant in town (hint hint Ben) and there find that a table has been reserved for you and Mr. Mysterious. You are seated and order a drink. You sip it for a few minutes, look up, and see a world-famous writer (who's cute too) standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses in his hand. The roses go bye-bye into the kitchen, he sits down and orders champagne for the two of you.

The evening goes divinely. Every dish is your favorite, the conversation is scintillating, the music is low enough to hear every word, need i go on?

Just when you are really enjoying yourself, your date goes POOF! Turns out he has a worldwide book tour starting in Shanghai at 8 a.m. and the only way the Fairy Godmother could book him (sorry about the pun) was to agree to have him at his first stop at 7:59 their time.

Now you just have to make your way home and savor your memories (at least until the tour hits New York).


luc pfeiffer
luc pfeiffer
Red-Nosed

Aug-16-2009 12:16

I wish someone would come and do the dishes after the party.

(And by the way, Sir Weine, I can tell that you are not Italian and need to look at a map of Rome or watch some old movies. Irene, thank you for clueing him in.)

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