The corrupt a wish game - Page 326

**Sir Honkers** · December 29th, 2016, 10:12 AM

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Originally Posted by profvolup

I wish I could properly return the favor for all the killer head my wife has given to me over the past 20+ years.

Granted. Much to TM's annoyance, one of bowlinggreen's surplus genies grants your wish and tomorrow you wake up married to a ladyboy.
I wish I had a MIB neuralyzer and the ruthlessness to use it on anyone who tried to corrupt my wish.

**trailmaster** · December 29th, 2016, 11:01 PM

Wish granted. You have the MIB neuralyzer, but it is partly broken. You try to use it on someone, but it backfires and the rays hit you. Your mind is now a blank. You walk around balthering about nonsense and the police see you. They put you in their squad car and take you to an insane asylum. The doctors are bewildered. They don't know what to make of you. For the meantime you are put in a straitjacket and put into a rubber room. You're fate is uncertain!!

I wish an alien spacecraft would crash into the Australian outback and the radiation released would make all the creatures that live there gigantic in size.
This means crocs as big as dinosaurs, snakes as big as 50 ft anaconda's, and kangaroos that are 100 feet tall.

Bill derBerg · December 30th, 2016, 07:39 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by trailmaster

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I wish an alien spacecraft would crash into the Australian outback and the radiation released would make all the creatures that live there gigantic in size.
This means crocs as big as dinosaurs, snakes as big as 50 ft anaconda's, and kangaroos that are 100 feet tall.

Granted. Too bad they all have a half life of 12hrs. The giant bodies begin to pile up and the buzzards and flies that feed on the radioactive corpses now grow to enormous size. The cycle continues until poor ole Oz is up to its nappies in maggots. You would have gotten away with it if some guy who looks like he might be from Asbury Park, NJ. didn't rat you out on the internet. Mel Gibson makes his way to your palatial mansion by the lake and tortures you with non-stop Helen Reddy songs until you wish those maggots were in your ears.

I wish I could be a Super Duper All Powerful Report To No-one Consequences Be Damned mod for one day, just so I could close "Last Post Wins" after my last post.

**trailmaster** · December 31st, 2016, 11:49 AM

Wish granted. You're a super duper supermod and you get Administration to close the thread :The Last Post Wins. Three days later the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) contacts you demanding why you did it. The SEC is a U.S Government organization that looks for illegal business practices. They are not satisfied by your answer and they arrest you. After intensive interrogation they think you might be a terroroist trying to undermind the U.S. economy. You are transported to the Guantanamo bay detention facility in Cuba. There they start the most intensive and painful torture a human being could be subjected to. Starving for days. No water for days. No sleep for days. Intense sound blasting into your solitary confinement cell 24 hours a day for days. Water boarding ( your head is in a bag and soaked with water until you almost are choked to death over and over for hours ). You are bull whipped until your back is just a bloody mess. You are repeatedly beaten, You're nails are ripped off, you are given tooth injections with cause unbearable pain. Since you resist answering them you are finally thrown into a pit filled with deadly snakes. The venom paralyzes you forever.

I wish that the Quokka could be the National Animal of Australia, just as the bald eagle is the national animal for the U.S.

**Sir Honkers** · December 31st, 2016, 08:42 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by trailmaster

I wish that the Quokka could be the National Animal of Australia, just as the bald eagle is the national animal for the U.S.

Granted. On a trip to Australia to admire the Quokka in it's new role, you are set upon by the former national animals who are thoroughly pissed that once again America has interfered in a culture it knows nothing about and has made things much worse.
You are punched in the face by a boxing kangaroo and knocked to the ground. Before you can get up, an emu comes along and kicks you to death.
I wish was too crass to ever be embarrassed by anything I do at New Year's Eve parties.

Bill derBerg · December 31st, 2016, 09:23 PM

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Originally Posted by loosegoose

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I wish was too crass to ever be embarrassed by anything I do at New Year's Eve parties.

Granted. You don't get invited to any parties because you're ugly and your mother dresses you funny. You decide to chuck it and move to Canada where your new name is canadagoose. Life is good until a holiday you've never heard of called Thanksgiving rolls around and your days end at 375F for 15 minutes per pound.

I wish I owned a Lancair Evolution free and clear and was licensed to fly it.

**trailmaster** · January 1st, 2017, 12:42 PM

Wish granted. You're now the proud owner of a brand new Lancair Evolution. You are flying at your typical height of about 10,000 feet. You have been flying for a while and drinking which is illegal. You are unaware that a thunderstorm is building around you. Your plane starts to get buckled by the up drafts from the storm. Now you are drunk and you really don't know what is happening. The storm lifts your plane up to heights of 50,000 feet. You are able to breathe because you put on a special pressue suit which military aircraft personnel routinely use. You just wanted to try it. Down on the ground you are picked up on radar at a commercial jet air station. They don't know what you are. You show up too small to be a jetliner and the wind from the storm is now propelling you to speeds nearing 600 mph. They call the military. The military sends up a wing of fighter bombers jets. They have you on their radar and are bewildered. You are moving now at 650 mph at a height of 57,000 feet. They can't see you because you are in the middle of the storm, but you show up on their onboard radar. They get the go ahead from their commander to approach you. Their detection equipment does not detect your engine exhaust because it is too small. They think you might be a UFO. Their commander says to the air wing to try to force you down. They still can't see you so they fire a barrage of sidewinder missles at you. Because you are drunk you don't even know what is happening. The missles hit you're Lancair and you are blasted to bits. The commander of the Air Force fighter wind says "We got it". They say that whatever you were will just be reported as an unknown aircraft that was destroyed.

I wish for a brand new 2017 Hybrid Toyota Camry with every possible option.

**ruffroundedges** · January 2nd, 2017, 12:51 AM

Granted: Your the proud owner of a new Camry Hybrid. Unfortunately they cheaped out on the crank bushings and as your trying to charge up the batteries while driving the engine blows. A rod goes through the block and shrapnel grenades everywhere, maiming bystanders. A very large man in an Armani suit is cliped by a piece of cast steel and takes issue with it. You spend the evening in a warehouse tied to a chair with visions of the movie Get Carter going through your mind.

We mourn.

I wish that I had healing abilities like Wolverine from the X-Men.

**trailmaster** · January 2nd, 2017, 10:18 PM

Wish ganted, however, you decide to use your power to fight drug gang members in the inner city. Your in the middle of a firefight. Gang members are firing at you with guns , automatic weapons, hand grenades, but it can't hurt you because of your almost instant healing ability. You wade into them using your guns and knives to slice them to ribbons. Blood by the gallon is spilling into the street. Unknown to you is one gang member on a roof overseeing the firefight and he has a rocket gun. He fires it at you and it blows you head clear off. Your head actually grows back, but it is backwards now. A hundred gang members knock you down and shoot you with tranquilizer guns. You are knocked out and they leave you for dead. You are eventually picked up by an EMT van and sent to a hospital. When you wake up you are at a military research installation and the doctors think you are some kind of freak or alien. You are locked up for the rest of your life for medical experiments.

I wish that one of the U.S. weather satellites would fall out of it's orbit and crash to Earth and into one of the Iranian nuclear reactors blowing it to hell and spreading deadly radioactivity over a wide area, poisoning many Iranian oil wells.

**Sir Honkers** · January 3rd, 2017, 07:49 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by trailmaster

I wish that one of the U.S. weather satellites would fall out of it's orbit and crash to Earth and into one of the Iranian nuclear reactors blowing it to hell and spreading deadly radioactivity over a wide area, poisoning many Iranian oil wells.

Granted. You are out one day driving in your car, unaware that the petrol you just filled up with is derived from that radioactive oil. It turns your vehicle into a Decepticon and as if being badly bruised by the violent transformation of your car suddenly turning into a 100 foot high robot with you inside isn't bad enough, it reaches into it's own cabin, plucks you out and gives you the kind of view of Chicago that Superman would have if he were flying over it...only he doesn't end his flights by smashing into the side of the Trump International Hotel and Tower.
I wish I'd been the sixth Beatle.

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December 29th, 2016, 11:01 PM	#3252
trailmaster Veteran Member Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA Posts: 59,888 Thanks: 1,328,972 Thanked 707,168 Times in 60,062 Posts	Wish granted. You have the MIB neuralyzer, but it is partly broken. You try to use it on someone, but it backfires and the rays hit you. Your mind is now a blank. You walk around balthering about nonsense and the police see you. They put you in their squad car and take you to an insane asylum. The doctors are bewildered. They don't know what to make of you. For the meantime you are put in a straitjacket and put into a rubber room. You're fate is uncertain!! I wish an alien spacecraft would crash into the Australian outback and the radiation released would make all the creatures that live there gigantic in size. This means crocs as big as dinosaurs, snakes as big as 50 ft anaconda's, and kangaroos that are 100 feet tall.

December 31st, 2016, 11:49 AM	#3254
trailmaster Veteran Member Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA Posts: 59,888 Thanks: 1,328,972 Thanked 707,168 Times in 60,062 Posts	Wish granted. You're a super duper supermod and you get Administration to close the thread :The Last Post Wins. Three days later the SEC (Securities and Exchange Commission) contacts you demanding why you did it. The SEC is a U.S Government organization that looks for illegal business practices. They are not satisfied by your answer and they arrest you. After intensive interrogation they think you might be a terroroist trying to undermind the U.S. economy. You are transported to the Guantanamo bay detention facility in Cuba. There they start the most intensive and painful torture a human being could be subjected to. Starving for days. No water for days. No sleep for days. Intense sound blasting into your solitary confinement cell 24 hours a day for days. Water boarding ( your head is in a bag and soaked with water until you almost are choked to death over and over for hours ). You are bull whipped until your back is just a bloody mess. You are repeatedly beaten, You're nails are ripped off, you are given tooth injections with cause unbearable pain. Since you resist answering them you are finally thrown into a pit filled with deadly snakes. The venom paralyzes you forever. I wish that the Quokka could be the National Animal of Australia, just as the bald eagle is the national animal for the U.S.

January 1st, 2017, 12:42 PM	#3257
trailmaster Veteran Member Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA Posts: 59,888 Thanks: 1,328,972 Thanked 707,168 Times in 60,062 Posts	Wish granted. You're now the proud owner of a brand new Lancair Evolution. You are flying at your typical height of about 10,000 feet. You have been flying for a while and drinking which is illegal. You are unaware that a thunderstorm is building around you. Your plane starts to get buckled by the up drafts from the storm. Now you are drunk and you really don't know what is happening. The storm lifts your plane up to heights of 50,000 feet. You are able to breathe because you put on a special pressue suit which military aircraft personnel routinely use. You just wanted to try it. Down on the ground you are picked up on radar at a commercial jet air station. They don't know what you are. You show up too small to be a jetliner and the wind from the storm is now propelling you to speeds nearing 600 mph. They call the military. The military sends up a wing of fighter bombers jets. They have you on their radar and are bewildered. You are moving now at 650 mph at a height of 57,000 feet. They can't see you because you are in the middle of the storm, but you show up on their onboard radar. They get the go ahead from their commander to approach you. Their detection equipment does not detect your engine exhaust because it is too small. They think you might be a UFO. Their commander says to the air wing to try to force you down. They still can't see you so they fire a barrage of sidewinder missles at you. Because you are drunk you don't even know what is happening. The missles hit you're Lancair and you are blasted to bits. The commander of the Air Force fighter wind says "We got it". They say that whatever you were will just be reported as an unknown aircraft that was destroyed. I wish for a brand new 2017 Hybrid Toyota Camry with every possible option.

January 2nd, 2017, 10:18 PM	#3259
trailmaster Veteran Member Join Date: Sep 2013 Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA Posts: 59,888 Thanks: 1,328,972 Thanked 707,168 Times in 60,062 Posts	Wish ganted, however, you decide to use your power to fight drug gang members in the inner city. Your in the middle of a firefight. Gang members are firing at you with guns , automatic weapons, hand grenades, but it can't hurt you because of your almost instant healing ability. You wade into them using your guns and knives to slice them to ribbons. Blood by the gallon is spilling into the street. Unknown to you is one gang member on a roof overseeing the firefight and he has a rocket gun. He fires it at you and it blows you head clear off. Your head actually grows back, but it is backwards now. A hundred gang members knock you down and shoot you with tranquilizer guns. You are knocked out and they leave you for dead. You are eventually picked up by an EMT van and sent to a hospital. When you wake up you are at a military research installation and the doctors think you are some kind of freak or alien. You are locked up for the rest of your life for medical experiments. I wish that one of the U.S. weather satellites would fall out of it's orbit and crash to Earth and into one of the Iranian nuclear reactors blowing it to hell and spreading deadly radioactivity over a wide area, poisoning many Iranian oil wells.