Corrupted Wishes

Granted, now that humanity is scarce you do the noble thing and cut off your ball and bat set, winning the favor of lesser men and woman who risk disease and sex instead of complete castration.

I wish I was wittier than him

You realize that you are easily far more wittier than I... but you also have the undiscovered power of Prophecy, and that all that you write also comes true.

Especially this thread.

I almost wish... nevermind. The implications are just too hideous to bear in mind!






Or are they?
 
You realize that you are easily far more wittier than I... but you also have the undiscovered power of Prophecy, and that all that you write also comes true.

Especially this thread.

I almost wish... nevermind. The implications are just too hideous to bear in mind!






Or are they?

Granted, your whole life is now an unanswered question and you have the furrowed brows to go with it.

I wish he would tell me his almost wish.
 
Granted, your whole life is now an unanswered question and you have the furrowed brows to go with it.

I wish he would tell me his almost wish.

Are you sure that I am not just teasing you with unadulterated anticipation and the anxiety of the unknown? Would you really want the idea of such a potentially wonderful wish to be granted in such a mischievious and grandiosely hideous way that the humble thought of it's corruption can leave you yourself shattered & scarred on so many psychological levels that it will hurt to even go online to Lit, or any other interactive forum, ever again; knowing that the havoc you may have wrought upon another can be so disabling?

Can you handle that pressure?
 
Are you sure that I am not just teasing you with unadulterated anticipation and the anxiety of the unknown? Would you really want the idea of such a potentially wonderful wish to be granted in such a mischievious and grandiosely hideous way that the humble thought of it's corruption can leave you yourself shattered & scarred on so many psychological levels that it will hurt to even go online to Lit, or any other interactive forum, ever again; knowing that the havoc you may have wrought upon another can be so disabling?

Can you handle that pressure?


I love testing my limits. Pressure please :)
 
I love testing my limits. Pressure please :)

Here goes nothing...

I wish I had the distinct privilege & pleasure of holding this very conversation (i.e. this game) with IcePrincess12 over a cup of coffee face to face.
 
Here goes nothing...

I wish I had the distinct privilege & pleasure of holding this very conversation (i.e. this game) with IcePrincess12 over a cup of coffee face to face.

Granted, unfortunately both of our faces are filled with terror as the coffee hating natives raise us by our feet, facing each other, and we hover over scalding coffee. The last words we utter "why didn't we take cream!!"


I wish we had flying cars.
 
Granted, unfortunately both of our faces are filled with terror as the coffee hating natives raise us by our feet, facing each other, and we hover over scalding coffee. The last words we utter "why didn't we take cream!!"


I wish we had flying cars.

A student driver trying to earn his license crashes on you, leaving you as disabled as the man in the Metallica song One, except you do not know Morse Code to communicate.

I wish my job paid more.
 
A student driver trying to earn his license crashes on you, leaving you as disabled as the man in the Metallica song One, except you do not know Morse Code to communicate.

I wish my job paid more.

Granted, "more" is the new currency created by a cult dedicated to the

movement of red engines

They pay you oddles and oodles of it. You can only use it to buy items from their specialty catalog. The only restriction, you need to wait for a red engine to bring your goods, the backlog is 3 years...yikes!

I wish someone would tell me a ghost story.
 
It was never explained to you that before you moved to your current residency, there was an unusual family that lived there. This Family was known for being incredibly friendly, neighborly, and outgoing. So nobody was any the wiser of what truly was lurking within the souls of those people. If only everyone...ANYONE... knew what lay hidden behind the wall of flesh that is this family...

Dramatic pause [HERE]

What appeared to be a caring and loving nuclear family with a Father, a Mother, a Son, and a Daughter was in reality a twisted feral relationship where the Daughter had corrupted her parents to do her bidding without hesitation. The Son was left to merely observe & document as this Daughter revelled in unbridled taboo: she would heinously cuck out her Mother to the Police as a form of 'payment' for their understood silence & pretend ignorance, as her Father will go out in the morning to collect Prostitutes. He would gather all that he could; the more wretched and withered from Drugs, the better! The Father will bring these Prostitutes as a form of Tribute to worship their Daughter, as the Daughter would feed on them... but not in any known or explainable way. The Daughter would somehow (for it was never understood how she 'fed' on these women) gain a unique euphoria from these women's drugs.
But the part that was most disturbing was how the Son just watched. And documented. And recorded all of these taboo acts. Acts so Taboo that Incest would be a welcome Vanilla...

But the family had moved to a different state, leaving the house with their unique psychic & psychological imprint on your very home.
It can never be completely explained, but from now hearing the tale of how all of these rounded up Prostitutes were used as a form of cattle for unspeakable depravity, you can never feel right in your own home again.
What can now keep you up at night even more so is that these people are not truly ghosts; they can still wish to return to 'old stomping grounds' and keep doing what they have been doing...

And nobody would ever suspect them!

I wish it was not so quiet.
 
My wish has been granted, and IcePrincess didn't have to corrupt it for me; it happened all on it's own!
I am sitting in the middle of a noisy factory floor doing absolutely nothing, where last night I was locked inside a quiet mall store overnight.

How sad is it when wishes don't need corrupted, but are pre-packaged that way?
 
Granted, but nobody would be able to reach orgasm.

Wish I was president of Chanel

Granted, but the board has decided to go in a different direction, no more perfume or fashion. They now are a cable TV station and are known as the Chanel Channel.

I wish I go on vacation to Mars.
 
Granted, but the board has decided to go in a different direction, no more perfume or fashion. They now are a cable TV station and are known as the Chanel Channel.

I wish I go on vacation to Mars.

Granted, but you lose your travel documentation and end up having to live out your days at the spaceport, eating food court space food, and reading the same 3 year old magazines day in and day out.

I wish I got a better job.
 
Granted, but you lose your travel documentation and end up having to live out your days at the spaceport, eating food court space food, and reading the same 3 year old magazines day in and day out.

I wish I got a better job.

Granted, you get the best, most awesome job ever. However, the person next to you at the job is annoying, talks all the time, always bugs you, and is rude. And they are the bosses relative, so there's nothing you can do.

I wish I had more vacation time.
 
Granted, you get the best, most awesome job ever. However, the person next to you at the job is annoying, talks all the time, always bugs you, and is rude. And they are the bosses relative, so there's nothing you can do.

I wish I had more vacation time.

You have more vacation time than you could ever use, but your work ethic is so strong you can't bring yourself to take it.

I wish I didn't have to be an adult.
 
I wish I didn't have to be an adult.

Granted!

Instantly, you flash back to age 17 and 364 days in age, too young to smoke or vote or get into R-rated movies without a parent or guardian or get a credit card ... yadda yadda yadda. You are one hot looking person with the sexual knowledge and skills of the adult you once were, but -- being jail bait -- no one worth fucking will fuck you for fear of going to jail. You are caught in a no (wo)man's land of misery.

I wish I could fuck my niece (who is legal age).
 
Granted!

Instantly, you flash back to age 17 and 364 days in age, too young to smoke or vote or get into R-rated movies without a parent or guardian or get a credit card ... yadda yadda yadda. You are one hot looking person with the sexual knowledge and skills of the adult you once were, but -- being jail bait -- no one worth fucking will fuck you for fear of going to jail. You are caught in a no (wo)man's land of misery.

I wish I could fuck my niece (who is legal age).

Granted, you f*ck her over and over, starting with opening credit cards in her name, maxing them out and then defaulting. Identity theft, photoshopping her into your favorite porn movies so she can't show her face, etc. She is totally screwed :)

I wish the lost city of Atlantis was found
 
Granted, you f*ck her over and over, starting with opening credit cards in her name, maxing them out and then defaulting. Identity theft, photoshopping her into your favorite porn movies so she can't show her face, etc. She is totally screwed :)

I wish the lost city of Atlantis was found

I found it. For some reason, it's in your fridge, which is instantly made a Historic Preservation Site, barring you from access to your own fridge. All your food goes bad but, being part of the HPS, you can't touch. You're forced to get a second fridge, but there's no good place in your kitchen for it so you have to put it right there in the middle and it totally fucks up the feng shui.

I wish I was getting my thighs massaged right now.
 
I found it. For some reason, it's in your fridge, which is instantly made a Historic Preservation Site, barring you from access to your own fridge. All your food goes bad but, being part of the HPS, you can't touch. You're forced to get a second fridge, but there's no good place in your kitchen for it so you have to put it right there in the middle and it totally fucks up the feng shui.

I wish I was getting my thighs massaged right now.


Granted, the chicken thighs you thawed last night are getting massaged and marinated by "naked chef candy" who has a new tv show showing newbies how to cook. Unfortunately for you her bodyguard Spike is standing in front of her, blocking your view of everything...except your thighs getting massaged.

I wish there really was a clean, drinkable river of chocolate.
 
Granted, the chicken thighs you thawed last night are getting massaged and marinated by "naked chef candy" who has a new tv show showing newbies how to cook. Unfortunately for you her bodyguard Spike is standing in front of her, blocking your view of everything...except your thighs getting massaged.

I wish there really was a clean, drinkable river of chocolate.

There is. It's flowing from a fountain in the shape of an obese man bent over, spreading his cheeks goatse-style. Also, it's Yoo-Hoo.

I wish Spike was also a naked woman, ten times hotter than that hag Candy.
 
There is. It's flowing from a fountain in the shape of an obese man bent over, spreading his cheeks goatse-style. Also, it's Yoo-Hoo.

I wish Spike was also a naked woman, ten times hotter than that hag Candy.

Granted, Spike is gorgeous, not a hint of stubble or adams apple in sight. Unfortunately Spike hasn't completed gender reassignment, much to your surprise when you realize his hot dog fit's perfectly in your buns.

I wish we could have robot housekeepers that cleaned, deoderized and sanitized without any malfunction worries.
 
Granted, Spike is gorgeous, not a hint of stubble or adams apple in sight. Unfortunately Spike hasn't completed gender reassignment, much to your surprise when you realize his hot dog fit's perfectly in your buns.

I wish we could have robot housekeepers that cleaned, deoderized and sanitized without any malfunction worries.

You mean hers. Please respect trans people's gender identities. She does have a nice penis though.

They are indeed very good at cleaning. Their patented suction cleansing technology ensures several times a day that all the homeowner's body cavities are constantly devoid of any unsanitary germs, by systematically removing all fluids. It's like the dentist's office. Only for your vagina too. And every day of your life.

I wish I could conjure up any food ingredient with a snap of the fingers, and it would appear, fresh, tasty, and fully nutritious, for free.
 
You mean hers. Please respect trans people's gender identities. She does have a nice penis though.

They are indeed very good at cleaning. Their patented suction cleansing technology ensures several times a day that all the homeowner's body cavities are constantly devoid of any unsanitary germs, by systematically removing all fluids. It's like the dentist's office. Only for your vagina too. And every day of your life.

I wish I could conjure up any food ingredient with a snap of the fingers, and it would appear, fresh, tasty, and fully nutritious, for free.


Granted, unfortunately for you, it appears only to people in third world countries, ending world hunger and you are forced to spend the rest of your life with your wrist in a vise, snapping your fingers.

I wish there was truth in advertising
 
Granted, unfortunately for you, it appears only to people in third world countries, ending world hunger and you are forced to spend the rest of your life with your wrist in a vise, snapping your fingers.

I wish there was truth in advertising

There is. Unfortunately, all ads are now ads saying "'Drink is about to go to sleep."

I wish I were asleep.
 
There is. Unfortunately, all ads are now ads saying "'Drink is about to go to sleep."

I wish I were asleep.

Granted, you are in a magical sleep that only Spike can rouse you from. Unfortunately she has decided she only likes girls, leaving you in a dreamless slumber for all eternity.

I wish you a good night.
 
I wish you a good night.

Granted!

Unfortunately, the wish granting fairy thought you spoke "I wish you--" (meaning me) "--were a Good Knight". She dressed me in rattling metal armor, mounted me atop a whinnying steed (that farts and stamps too much), and put me smack dab in the middle of your bedroom, where I spent the entire knight -- I mean night -- singing poetry of love and lost to you in the hopes that I could woo you into becoming my Lady.

I wish I could marry a rich Princess.
 
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