The rules of the game are easy: Some one makes a wish and then some one makes a silly, funny corrupted version then make their own wish.
I wish that I had a $one hundred zillion$ to create an FTL drive and go down in history as the most famous person ever. Now let the corrupting begin! Edit: What do you think of the subtital now? Seems better this way I think.
Granted, but the game ends up terrible due to 6,000+ people trying to change it into more of an MMO/RPG/FPS/RTS/Puzzle game. To this day, no one is sure what "Attack of the smart but blockish zombies with large numbers and chainguns" was supposed to be, other than an abomination against all things pixellated.
I wish I had a pen.
Granted, but the pen bursts on you, spraying acidic ink all over your eyes, blinding you. As you cannot see, you fall over onto a cigarette butt and ignight the ink on your face, burning you alive and melting the skin of your face. You lay there in excruciating pain for the next several hours before passing.
I wish that from now on, all games have the same quality as ET for the Atari had
Wow. That's pretty brutal. As ye sow, so shall ye reap. So.....
You get your wish. Unfortunately for you, your personal information is published along with the nerf. Every psychotic gamer that you have ever crossed paths with shows up at your door. They drag you out of your house, strip you naked, and string you up by the thumbs from the nearest tree. You are forced to eat your own Atari system piece by piece. You die slowly, in incredible intestinal agony.
I wish for world peace.
Granted, Modern weapon desigerns go back in time and Fix the Chauchat. However, now that the Chauchat is officially designated the first true assualt rifle, we have even MORE bloodshed in the subsequent wars to follow. WW2 is fought between America and England versus France and Germany, the Vietnam war is fought for Vietnamese independence, and the War in Iraq is America's latest attmept in stopping French Expansion.
I wish that i had a Ford Mustang.
Granted. you get your Ford Mustang, only to discover that every country in the world has banned the use of oil products and only use electric plug-ins and green technology. Because you spent all your life savings on the Mustang, you can't get an new car and are forced to live on the streets as your payment plan forced you to sell all your worldly posessions except the car. Living naked on the streets from a car that has no fuel, enviornmental hippies find you and then force feed you your car for owning technology based on the combustion of fossil fuels.
I wish that i have a penny. made of gold. that connot be stolen from me.
Granted, but the penny is fused to your brain (can't be stolen) and the germs from the coin cause you to have a brain hemmorage. You die.
I wish my computer was faster, BUT NOT FAST ENOUGH TO BE DANGEROUS TO THE HUMAN RACE.
Granted. Your computer is fast enough just to cause you damage. The machine runs on uranium 238 and emits heavy radiation. you die. slowly.
i wish for a drop of water
Congradulations, you get a drop of water. In the Atacama Desert. As you begin dying of thirst that drops hits you, on your cheek instead of your toung. 5 hours later your dehydrated corps is discovered by a guy driving a Dasani truck.
You didn't wish for anything, so granted. From now on in lofe, you will never acomplish anything, have anyone care for you, or do anything well. Having not cared for you, i have no idea how you turned out, but i'm sure you overdosed on cocaine.
I wish for a breath of unpolluted air
Fine, one breath of unpolluted air for you. And look over there, an inflamable chemmical truck. . . . NA?
NA? Oh, there you are. Your funeral is at 3:00 tomorrow, don't be late.
I wish that I knew a joke that was so funny, it could kill, but I don't understand the joke.
Granted, but as you take that breath, you realize you haven't made the payment on your mustang, and are subsequently beaten to death with a frying pan by the loan shark you used to make previous payments.
I wish my mouse would stop bugging out.
This is at the post two above me, at Irrational Fear. I took too long to write this. It was worth it.
Granted. You tell the joke. You post it on this forum. Everyone reads it, and dies. When the police investigate the mass deaths, they find the joke still on the computers. They read it, and die. You tell the joke to your friends. They die. Soon enough, the joka has gotten all over the world, eradicating the human race down to a population of one. You.
You are now left all alone. The world is silent. Nuclear reactors left uncontrolled meltdown. Plumes of radiation sweep across the globe. Technology and infrastructure rusts away. You wander the slowly greening streets, speaking to yourself in a low voice. The same words, over and over and over again.
I don't understand.
You are the last human left alive. Deprived, starved of social interaction. And you don't even know why. Driven past insanity by the loneliness and the solitude of an uninhabited world, you are left to wander endlessly through the forgotten byways of the corroding cities. Alone. Lost.
Finally reduced to a skeleton with flesh drawn tight over it from starvation, you find yourself atop the ruins of the skyscraper. Gibbering to yourself madly, incoherently, you stump to the edge, seeking the release.
And you speak again, for the first time since your insanity.
With those final words, you fling yourself from the pinnacle of annihilated civilization, shattering your already broken body upon the cracked and weed filled concrete below. But even that is not release. With death comes understanding, knowledge and awareness of what you had done. Your tormented spirit is left behind, to forever stumble across the world, keening out it's sheer misery and sorrow out at the wreckage it had caused. There is no end.
And now, you understand why.
Why.
... .... ...
Anyway, I wish I had a had a wish.
(There's gonna be a fun corruption)
That was my punishment for my uncorruptable wish. Oh well, couldn't have done better myself.
Congratulations, you have a wish. But you don't know what it is. Nobody responds, and you fail to ever think of a wish, thus never continueing this game.
I wish the next person to corrupt this wish does as good a job as SSAF.
Stealing from Monty Python are you? May the French blow their noses at you and fart in your general direction.
Granted? Not feeling that you gave a real wish to be corrupted, I choose to simply kick you in the balls, and then as you are holding your self on the floor, I cut open your belly and strangle you with your own intestines.
You want a short story of misery, give a real wish.
I wish for a cookie.
I wished for the same thing a while ago. Wish granted, but I kill you because you got a cookie and I didn't.
I wish that I could not die unless the universe itself did.
Granted. You are now imortal. You cannot die, age, sickness does nothing to you, you no longer feel physical pain. As the years progress, your heroics that you perform begin to stack up. You find a woman who you deeply love and start a family. But a few years later, in order to hurt you, a group of people rape and murder your wife and children. Upon learning of this, you go into seclusion for several decades. It is there you come to the conclusion that mankind is nothing but a feeble collection of scum and misery You continue to live this Hell.
Half a century after retreating away from humanity, you try to rejoin society as a distanct person, away from any form of caring for anyone else. Again, you find a woman and begin to have a relation with her. Soon, you are a father again, and your kids are going to college, and your wife is now having her 50th birthday, and she is now on her death bed at age 105. It all seems to ge going by so fast.** You are a great great great great great grandfather who has no relation with his decendants.You continue to live this Hell.
Time comtinues to pass by you with increasing speed. after a short while for you, it is impossible to form relationships with human beings because their lives and deaths flash past you like a tape on fast-forward. You witness wars that ravage the planet, see hundreds die by bullets, bombs, tanks, knives, bare hands, artillery. When a nuclear detonation goes off near you, you see the bodies and the rubble all simply vanish in an instant. You continue to live this Hell.
And you no longer care.
You witness the fall of civilization and the extinction of our species, all happen in what seems like the flicker of an eye to you. You are caught in an asteriod shower that nearly destroys the planet. 5 billion years pass of you just wandering around a barren wasteland, seeking something to do to pass the boredom. The Sun expands into a red giant. You survive the first roasting, but nothing else does. The Sun eventually rips planet Earth into rubble with gravity. Now, you are floating in space in an eternal orbit around the red giant, slowly getting closer to it. A few million years later, you finally collide with the sun and are sucked down to its core where you remain for several trillion years until the universe starts to go through its entropy and everything except to begins to break apart at the subatomic level. Every where is the same. No stars, no planets, no black holes, just an empty, cold mass of subatomic particles that can never come together again. And you, floating along in the void. Forever.
**You know how when you were younger (a child), an hour seemed like forever to you? As people grow, their brain starts to perceive time differently. An hour feels like less time. Now extend that logic to a year, or a decade, or a century.
I wish for a new role of tape
Granted. The universe continues on for the next 14 billion years, and you do not die until the final day. But since you didn't wish for eternal youth along with your almost-immortality, you also age 14 billion years, becoming nothing more than a floating cloud of gas, unable to move on your will, talk, eat, or do any thing meaningful.
I wish ice cream trucks were badass, and had drivers to match.
Ah, crap. I missed the IrrationalFear's wish.
BTW, NuclearApocolypse, your corruption of NA's wish is fantastic. In fact, you should work with Incognito on the next Twisted Metal game--specifically, writing the endings.
As you finish your fervent wish, you hear police sirens of increasing volume. You look out a window to see, but nothing is within sight yet. Then, you think you hear something... at first you think you are imagining it, then you slowly become more certain that you are hearing a cheery tune being drowned out by the police sirens. Just then, you see a battered ice cream truck crest a nearby hill, chased by no less than seventeen individual police cars. The nearest television in your home turns on of its own accord, with appropriate volume, and you hear a news report about how all ice cream truck drivers have become the equivalent of homocidal serial killer versions of Arnold Schwarzenneger. Happily, all organized crime is outdone by these psychotic, badass ice cream truck drivers. Unfortunately, these same drivers are killing and slaughtering on an unprecedented level. Even worse, sales of ice cream rapidly decrease due to small children being scarred for life such as in the following scenario
Little Timmy woke up to a loud scratching noise, and walked out into the hallway to see what was causing it. To his horror, he found a cheerful ice cream truck man in bright white and strawberry pink clothing dragging the body of his mother into a nearby closet. The ice cream man notices him, chuckles in a bone chilling manner, more fitting for a hyena than a human being, and says "would you like some rocky road ice cream, little boy?"
As a result of decreased ice cream sales, ice cream is no longer made, and everyone who is not a serial killer ice cream man becomes a depressed shell of a human being because there is no more ice cream.
I wish that, no matter what, my socks would NEVER match, and that it did not bother me at all.
EDIT: Oh, I have a good one for IrrationalFear's wish: you suddenly feel indestructable, as if you would live forever, or at least until the universe ended. Just as you are leaving your home to jump out of a plane with no parachute, you catch a newspaper headline: "Large Hadron Collider, Opening in 3 Days."
Not granted. I choose to corrupt your wish by not granting it at all.
And because you did not answer the wish above you, all further wishes of yours shall become null.
There seems no need to try to grant or corrupt this as i'm sure it is merely stating an already true fact.
I wish for a pollutant free breeze under 5 kph
[quote]BTW, NuclearApocolypse, your corruption of NA's wish is fantastic. In fact, you should work with Incognito on the next Twisted Metal game--specifically, writing the endings.[quote]
Thanks. I write short stories on my spare time and have had some of them published. I have some other works that I could put up here.
I did. thats what i wrote...only its in German! youll never know what i wrote! MUHAHAHA!!
Granted. it overloads your polluted system with its cleanliness and kills you.
I wish noone would ever translate the answer to ender's wish
Granted. The breeze blows by, but it is so pure that when the regular, polluted air enters your lungs upon you next inhalation, it is a shock to your system. You go into a coughing fit and collapse to the ground. You die.
I wish for an ME-262, fully fueled and armed.
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