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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.

Apr-22-2011 00:47

You're in Hawaii. You're enjoying all the best that Polynesia has to offer. All this is wonderful until a nearby shield volcano erupts. You are painfully incinerated by slow moving lava.

I wish for a cool sleuth noir update.

Apr-24-2011 06:51

Your wish is granted, and a new cool sleuth noir update appears.
It's the coolest sleuth noir update ever since, and everyone is enjoying it immensely. All the old sleuth noir users return, and start being active again, as well as a ton of newbies who just discovered the coolness of sleuth noir.
Unfortunately, as the number of active users explode, so does the sleuth noir server as well. After a couple of weeks where Ben have been working very hard to get the server up again, it comes up, but the number of users makes for the need of hard restrictions as to when you are allowed to play. Each user gets a timeslot of one hour during the day when they are allowed to play. You get the time slot from 4am to 5am local time, and since the update is so cool, you stay up all night to play that time slot. Unfortunately, you are not functioning the remaining of the day, so all the life outside of sleuth crashes down. Work, House, Wife and so on...
In the end, you don't have any money left, to subscribe to Sleuth Noir, so that you can play the new cool game.

I wish for Sleuth Admin to delegate all the work he is not able to do, to someone who have the trust, authorisation and ability to do the work, like customer support.

Apr-26-2011 19:57

The Sleuth Admin recruited Peter for the job who slipped off with Ordo to Hawaii never to return again. (Rumor has it that they, then, rented a yacht and are enjoyong Mai Tais, Oysters, Losbers, Crabs somewhere in the South Pacific).


I wish Peter and Ordo would come back. Oops, that's "Who's Next"!

Apr-27-2011 01:03

You're wish is granted, they return to their previous location but they've changed irreversibly. They are now cruel misanthropes and they have a personal vendetta against you Akira! They set out to do everything in their power to destroy your credibility (on sleuth). They do so effectively by telling horrible lies about your table manners and personal hygiene. You're (sleuth) life is ruined and you are devastated (sort of). You decide the only appropriate course of action is to cry a river of tears and go become a hermit in a mountaintop cave (make a different detective on sleuth). All in all, it is a moderately unpleasant experience.

I wish for a delicious sandwich!

Apr-28-2011 04:02

Kazing! A delicious sandwich appears... in an unbreakable safe, held in by an intractable force.

I wish my next wish was a wish

Apr-28-2011 06:18

Your wish was to visit the mountain of 3 wishes where if you jump off and say your wish you'll get it. Your wish becomes reality and you find yourself there in a second...
-your 1st wish is to be famous, POOF you become famous...
-your 2nd wish is to be rich, POOF you are a trillionaire...
-finaly for your 3rd wish you trip over a stick and says ****...
As you hit the bottom you land in a huge pile of ****...

I wish I met Alfred Hitchcock for lunch...

May-5-2011 17:40

As we all know, Alfred is long in the grave, and is unable to attend any mealtime or other appointments. However, as for those Barbecue Ribs you thoroughly enjoyed at a recent luncheon engagement? Well, let's just say that you are what you eat, Ordo Ab Hitchcock.

I wish that I could climb K2 without assistance. (Setting myself up, so make this an entertaining response, yes?)

May-16-2011 22:32

Really? You actually want me to post an entertaining response? This could be dangerous, especially for you...

Ok, You fork out the sleuthbucks and a year of your life (yes you still have to share air with the yaks for quite a while to get acclimated to the thin air - the last thing these people want on their hands halfway up a mountain is a collapsing tourist. there's enough of those at the bar in town.). You settle into your posh digs (over the hayloft of someone's hovel but who's counting--by the way, what DO these people feed their yaks; the stink's unbearable). And you go look for a guide.

Unfortunately, your Tibetan is, um, not so good. And you got the name mixed up. So your guide ends up thinking you want to go to 2K, which in these parts is literally a hole in the wall (ya gotta go down to get that high when the average elevation is 3500 meters).

He sets you up to go achieve your wish to explore unassisted in grand style. He gets you your own wetsuit, your own oxygen tank, even a light for your goggles slash helmet. It is only as you stare at this hole in the wall that he hands you your final piece of equipment. And this tells you that he may not have understood you from the get-go. They're flippers. Yes, it only goes down from here... Have fun!

I wish someone would come remove (gently please) the skunk from the park next door. My dog's afraid to step outside (and just when we got him house trained)...

May-17-2011 05:09

A skunk removal expert arrives. He looks like he knows what he's doing and he's certainly got the right kit - gas mask, long rubber gloves, small fluffy ball on a string for the purposes of skunk hypnotization, the works. You and your dog breathe a collective sigh of relief. The expert successfully (and gently) removes the skunk from the park, strolls down the sidewalk, and places it carefully under your front porch.

I wish someone would deliver me a free gourmet meal of my choice every evening.

May-17-2011 20:47

Anthony Bourdaine has just arrived with packages filled with some his favorites from the lesser known global island chains.

I wish I could understand my neighbor's dog's barking code which is sent out repeatedly as such: "Yap, yap, yap. Yap, yap, yap. Yap, yap, yap. Yap, yap, yap, YAP!"