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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.

Jul-3-2012 01:01

Wish granted. You date Scarlet Johansson: A namesake from Alaska.

I wish Andrew was lost in translation at some hotel in Tokyo?

Jul-9-2012 11:40

Poof Andrew is Lost in Translation at some hotel in Tokyo, unfortunately ive never seen that movie so Andrew remains lost and fades out of exsistence. Bummer.

I wish i had a huge cheeseburger with fries.

Jul-10-2012 07:25

okay you got it, it's really h-u-g-e, so big you can't get out of your apartment. you are wedged into a corner of one room. you try to eat your way out but after a day or two the burger and fries are covered in bacteria and mold. you die partly from infection, partly from lack of oxygen and partly cos you don't care anymore and lose the will to live!

i wish i could metamorphose into anything whenever i want.

Jul-24-2012 04:49

Wish granted! However, testing your new skill proves hazardous. As an ant you're nearly trodden on, as a wardrobe you get woodworm, as a rabbit you get myxomatosis and as a cruise liner you narrowly miss an iceberg. It all finally comes to a sad end when you metamorphose into a pint of beer and get drunk.

I wish I could go to the moon.

Jul-24-2012 07:56

Wish granted. You go to the moon, but you cannot get back. A little delusional prince with a hood comes and puts you in a glass tube. And then a sheep pops out of the void, the sheep and the prince start shooting the breeze about how Superman's red slip sucks but you spare yourself the little breath you have so you don't even try to make a comment. This gives you so much pain, however not enough to kill you so you mutate and start respirating anaerobically. You start multiplying and then shatter your glass tube and you start your own brand of life on the moon, single celled organisms evolve into eukaryotic cells and then macro organisms with mouths. They call you the Moon God, something in the likes of Egyptian Set, and they worship you everyday by shaking their hips up and down. You guys piss on the Earth, but all your pee starts rotating around the Earth instead and you get pee rains every now and then. You realize you need to get that Fennet Fox called "Mr Anderson" to teach you how to levitate to chase away the pee. They say he's so new, but he seems to be a regurgigated contemporary version of Lao Tse combined with Jean Baudrillard.

(lol sorry for the perverted little prince story)

I wish I wasn't bored all the time.

Jul-24-2012 07:57

correction: rotates around the Moon :)

Jul-25-2012 15:59

I dont think ive ever seen such a creative corruption of a wish before eden, Nice one!

You're never bored again, poof, you're so busy it feels like your head is spinning all the time, in fact you wish for a quiet moment in the madness but sadly you never get it.

I wish i had a better lunch. :(

Jul-27-2012 12:23

*thanks Jason :) It was actually a massacre of creativity (le petit prince story) hehe destruction led to creation*

While I am at it, wish granted. You have a better lunch. But the thermostat of the coffee delivering machine in your workplace got broken the day before, when you were absent. So the coffee you've had was 212 F and your tongue got moderately burned but it was enough to cause you a loss of taste for a while. So you have the best lunch ever but you are unable to appreciate it. You could as well have a burned-up cake instead and be unable to complain.

I wish I could equate my pitch to the natural frequency of any object whenever I wanted, heehee.

Jul-28-2012 04:46

Well…you do get that strange wish, but then as a side effect your brain develops a magnetic attraction to all objects and as a result they all get stuck to your head.

I wish I could’ve corrupted your wish in a more creative way.

Aug-21-2012 21:32

Oh boy, are you going to regret that one. The Fairy Godmother (back from her vacation after Clint Forthwright kicked the bucket--boy didn't it take a long time for him to wish himself into the hereafter) she decides to give you a day to improve yourself. We start with a nice lunch at a restaurant called "The World On a Bun".

Your meal begins with the soup of the day, a mouthwatering concoction of the results of the latest experiment by the folks at Los Alamos. Don't move, you'll blow up. Your entree, in your case a tall helping of a dictionary, an encyclopedia (all volumes please) and a copy of Strunk and White (quoted as the best English grammar manual by my literature professor), provides all the fiber that your guts and your brain could possibly handle. Your intermezzo, of most of the instruments in the wind section of the local symphony and a couple of drums (the strings section would get stuck in your teeth) goes down easy. Your dessert, a sportscaster, goes down best with ketchup. And finally the salad (yes we serve things in an unusual order): a sizeable portion of the most psychadelic mushrooms, peyote buttons, and belladonna flowers we could find (we reccommend the italian dressing with that).


For a combination of a siesta and digestive, the Fairy Godmother has reserved an afternoon at the spa for you. They have you undress, drop you in a vat of deep, stinky mud and put a set of earphones on you that reads every entry on the world wide web to you. Twice.

Now that you have a full tummy, a sparkly clean body, and a dubious mind, you should have NO trouble finding that extra pound and a half of creativity that has been floundering around in your brain. Your next attempt to answer a wish in a wild and wacky manner should be absolutely no problem.