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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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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.)

Irene
Irene

Aug-17-2009 14:41

Suddenly, out of nowhere a person comes to your house and presents himself as Be.n, and says that he have heard that you need to have the dishes dones after your party.
You don't really recognize him, but surprised you say thank you for the offer.
He tells you that doing the dishes is something he feel is really convinient, and that he got a nice quick way to get it done. You start getting a bit suspicious, but the offer is too good to put down.
Now he goes on, goes over to the table, and naps two of the corners of the table cloth, and walks quickly towards the garden door.
With horror you notice that all your nice china goes on the floor. Crash!
"What are you doing?" you ask the man, and staying there as a question mark himself, he says that this is what he normally do at home, take the table cloth out in the garden, hangs it up, and uses the garden hoose to clean the dishes.
"Ain't you Ben, Ben Ringold, a decent man?" you ask, and the man tells you: "No, I am Bean... Some might know me as mister Bean..."

I wish my date's next stop will be in my city, and that he returns to have a new date with me - that lasts for a bit longer. ;-)

Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Aug-18-2009 02:29

Role Play time...

As I went into the swanky restaurant, Irene, a fellow sleuth, came and hugged me.
"Oh dearest, I knew you would come to visit me!" she said soppily "I knew that-"
"WAIT!!" I interrupted "I'm Sir William Weine, I know you from the Sleuth Message Board Game Room, and if you're looking for a 'famous writer', I'm afraid my con artist twin brother has fooled you."
"Oh." she breathed "Do you wanna have dinner though?"
"OK. I'll pay. Waiter!! Waitress!!"

I wish luc would be caught by the Mafia.

Sir William Weine
Sir William Weine
Lucky Stiff

Aug-18-2009 02:31

And luc, the museum contacted me and shelled out TWICE the amount you got paid. HAHA!

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