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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.

Sep-11-2012 17:17

It does. Right on top of you while your sleeping.

I wish I had some kind of sweet snack....

Sep-11-2012 17:30

You get a sweet snack, but it was too sweet. Much too sweet. It is so sweet that it is completely disgusting, so you throw it away.

I wish my subription to Sleuth would never expire.

Sep-28-2012 09:09

Your Sleuth subscription never expires. This is because you're trapped in a time-distortion field, frozen for ever in stasis. To make matters worse, your companion is a rabid skunk.

I wish I was a morning person.

Oct-19-2012 12:33

Wish granted, you are a morning person! You are only awake in the morning (from 12:00 AM to 12:00 PM). Oh, the things you will miss!

I wish I could subscribe.

Nov-2-2012 07:49

You finally save up enough to subscribe, and then your computer crashes.

I wish I had more time to relax.

Nov-8-2012 07:12

You definitely get more time to relax, but that's because you're fired from your job.

I wish all sleuths could claim their money rewards even when their clients proved to be guilty.

Nov-14-2012 10:38

Guess what?!? All sleuths now CAN claim their reward money, even when their clients are guilty!! ;-D

YAY!!

One slight problem....

Nobody's ever found guilty again.

:-.

I wish my cat would stop beating up on the dog. (Poor mutt. ;-)

B.

Dec-24-2012 17:54

Happy mutt! Alas, Kitty (is it Miss or Mr.?) passes away. In fact, the lucky mutt joyfully is tasked with digging the grave. Oh Happy BowWow Day!!!!

I wish love was truly a many splendored thing, and nothing but splendid.

Dec-25-2012 09:20

I would think it would be difficult to have a Mr. Missy, but then again, I'm not an expert on such things. :-.

(And I'll leave you to deal with the repercussions of killing the Queen. *Wince* ;-)

(This should be good. ;-)

;-D ;-D ;-D

B.

Jan-15-2013 08:40

Will no one avenge the death of poor fair Missy? Ok, i will but only because i can. You asked for a love of the ages, and boy have i got one for you. It plays a little with the fabric of time but i am sure the reader will forgive in pursuit of a good yarn.


It starts one fine spring day (ok it was snowing but who remembers after all this time). You were sitting on a bench in the park, watching life parade by. A sudden thwack (or technically thwumpf) of a rather large pocketbook hitting a rather scrawny pigeon drew your attention. As soon as you clapped eyes on her, you fell madly in love with the one true love of your life. 'Rats with wings', grumbled a very large yet plain woman. 'Get lost, ya @!@#$%^&* pigeons, quit following me.' Thwack. (Or maybe thwumpf)


Now few things can inspire mad, eyes-glazed-over passion like the robust sound of a pocketbook hitting a pigeon. You find that you just have to get up, run after her, ask her out, ask her to elope, ask her ANYTHING to make her say yes. (Yes, this is that boring predictable part we all want to race through to get to the good stuff; bear with me.)


Some months later, we find that things have progressed in your epic love story. True, she does refuse to marry you. But she does relent enough to be willing to take you with her to her to her place of employment, as a cook in one of the city's finer establishments. Ok, it's an insane asylum. But you do get to spend almost every waking moment of each day in the company of your one true love. And what a cook she is! The gastronomic wonder that she can turn a bowl of gruel into, it hardly bears mentioning.


At this point, the first whiff of a problem appears in your idyllic newlywed-like bliss. You see, her cooking, it um, runs right through you. (Yes, we mean this in the smelliest way possible.) As if the runs weren't enough of an impediment to blind love, they leave behind mind-bending cramps and a fever hot enough to heat the boiler on a locomotive.