Granted, when he tries to save the world he turns the sun supernova
I wish for a non edible bacon (not pig) race that is super OP and doesn't cost money and is immortal to getting removed.
Granted, but small errors in their coding lead to increasing failures and server instability, eventually causing the entire game to become corrupted, and needing to be totally rebuilt from the ground up, as someone "accidentally" dumped the server backup.
Ah well, you have money to make all your C-store pack purchases again, right?
"Welcome to Star Trek Online, Recruit"
I wish I had something witty to say here.
STO in a shellnut. "I always hope for the best. Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to expect the worst."
-Elim Garak
granted, but it's so witty, no one dare repeat it again (even me at the moment of this granting)
i wish my phone could do a backflip
Granted. It backflips off the shelf you left it on and the screen shatters. And self-inflicted damage is not covered by warranty.
...
I wish I could impart my knowledge and experience on my past self.
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Granted, but it disintegrates from gravitational stress.
Actually that's not what would happen. It would be far more horrible.
If every cubic meter of rock and metal which makes up the Earth was converted directly to cheese, it would first of all undergo gravitational contraction (about 2% for harder cheeses like cheddar and 5% for semisoft cheeses like mozzarella.) This will make every one fall down several miles (albeit slowly) and be obviously devastating for the global infrastructure. If the oceans were converted as well (into a different kind of cheese - brie, perhaps?) the immediate consequences for Human life would be slightly less severe.
Now, cheese is only about half as dense as volcanic rock and is many times less dense than iron so gravity will be reduced to about one-third what it was before Earth became a cheese ball. So now would be a good time to make your escape.
As cheese on the surface decomposes (or, if the oceans remained unconverted, slowly absorbs the sea) something weird is going on beneath. Cheese and rock have this in common - when under many thousands of megapascals of pressure, they melt and follow convective processes. Volcanic blasts of molten cheese will periodically erupt from the surface pretty much everywhere for the first million years or so, burying any survivors of the cheesepocalypse like so many nacho chips.
All in all, a terrible (but tasty) fate for all life on Earth.
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Granted. Unfortunately you randomly punch Chuck Norris, this results in you suffering multiple roundhouse kicks to the face.
I wish I was king of the Pakleds (my higher iq would make this easy).
Granted. However, your inability to comprehend the workings of the Pakled economy leaves you unable to meet your people's demands that "you fix things." As you become increasingly frustrated with your lazy and slovenly citizens, you react to their demonstrations outside your palace with escalating acts of mass violence. The slogans change from "He Is Not Smart" to "Make Him Go." The military turns against you, and after several (comical) attempts at coup d'
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Granted. However, your inability to comprehend the workings of the Pakled economy leaves you unable to meet your people's demands that "you fix things." As you become increasingly frustrated with your lazy and slovenly citizens, you react to their demonstrations outside your palace with escalating acts of mass violence. The slogans change from "He Is Not Smart" to "Make Him Go." The military turns against you, and after several (comical) attempts at coup d'
STO in a shellnut. "I always hope for the best. Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to expect the worst."
-Elim Garak
I wish that my name would be changed back to jmaster29
Granted - but due to a bureaucratic error everyone's name is also changed to jmaster29 and you spend the rest of your life standing in lines, filling forms out in triplicate to put it right.
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I wish I could get my hands on a 1968 Chevrolet Z26 Camaro in right hand drive :cool:
Granted - but due to a bureaucratic error everyone's name is also changed to jmaster29 and you spend the rest of your life standing in lines, filling forms out in triplicate to put it right.
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I wish I could get my hands on a 1968 Chevrolet Z26 Camaro in right hand drive :cool:
Granted, but it's used in a Mythbusters episode
I wish that only my name would be changed back to jmaster29
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Granted, but he doesn't shut up.
I wish that iron man couldn't fly.
Granted, when he tries to save the world he turns the sun supernova
I wish for a non edible bacon (not pig) race that is super OP and doesn't cost money and is immortal to getting removed.
Granted, but small errors in their coding lead to increasing failures and server instability, eventually causing the entire game to become corrupted, and needing to be totally rebuilt from the ground up, as someone "accidentally" dumped the server backup.
Ah well, you have money to make all your C-store pack purchases again, right?
"Welcome to Star Trek Online, Recruit"
I wish I had something witty to say here.
"I always hope for the best. Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to expect the worst."
-Elim Garak
i wish my phone could do a backflip
Granted. It backflips off the shelf you left it on and the screen shatters. And self-inflicted damage is not covered by warranty.
...
I wish I could impart my knowledge and experience on my past self.
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
Granted, but when you do that, you no longer need to dump your knowledge on your past self, getting you stuck in the common temporal paradox
I wish that the person who replies to this dies
Granted, you just killed yourself.
I wish that the world turned directly into cheese.
Granted, but it disintegrates from gravitational stress.
I wish for cherry pie.
If every cubic meter of rock and metal which makes up the Earth was converted directly to cheese, it would first of all undergo gravitational contraction (about 2% for harder cheeses like cheddar and 5% for semisoft cheeses like mozzarella.) This will make every one fall down several miles (albeit slowly) and be obviously devastating for the global infrastructure. If the oceans were converted as well (into a different kind of cheese - brie, perhaps?) the immediate consequences for Human life would be slightly less severe.
Now, cheese is only about half as dense as volcanic rock and is many times less dense than iron so gravity will be reduced to about one-third what it was before Earth became a cheese ball. So now would be a good time to make your escape.
As cheese on the surface decomposes (or, if the oceans remained unconverted, slowly absorbs the sea) something weird is going on beneath. Cheese and rock have this in common - when under many thousands of megapascals of pressure, they melt and follow convective processes. Volcanic blasts of molten cheese will periodically erupt from the surface pretty much everywhere for the first million years or so, burying any survivors of the cheesepocalypse like so many nacho chips.
All in all, a terrible (but tasty) fate for all life on Earth.
Granted.
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I wish I could get that hour of sleep back.
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
I wish I could physically punch a specific someone right now. No one anyone knows or anything.
Granted. Unfortunately you randomly punch Chuck Norris, this results in you suffering multiple roundhouse kicks to the face.
I wish I was king of the Pakleds (my higher iq would make this easy).
Parallels: my second mission for Fed aligned Romulans.
Granted. However, your inability to comprehend the workings of the Pakled economy leaves you unable to meet your people's demands that "you fix things." As you become increasingly frustrated with your lazy and slovenly citizens, you react to their demonstrations outside your palace with escalating acts of mass violence. The slogans change from "He Is Not Smart" to "Make Him Go." The military turns against you, and after several (comical) attempts at coup d'
...Oh, baby, you know, I've really got to leave you / Oh, I can hear it callin 'me / I said don't you hear it callin' me the way it used to do?...
- Anne Bredon
"I always hope for the best. Experience, unfortunately, has taught me to expect the worst."
-Elim Garak
I have to say, it's JMASTER29, not sander
Granted, but the new storlyline sucks
I wish that Grandnagus78 didn't get my name wrong
Granted. Your name is now Sander233.
I wish for a cherry pie.
Granted, but then the real Sander kills you
I wish that my name would be changed back to jmaster29
Granted - but due to a bureaucratic error everyone's name is also changed to jmaster29 and you spend the rest of your life standing in lines, filling forms out in triplicate to put it right.
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I wish I could get my hands on a 1968 Chevrolet Z26 Camaro in right hand drive :cool:
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Granted, but it's used in a Mythbusters episode
I wish that only my name would be changed back to jmaster29
i wish gagh came in sandwich form
Granted - but it eats the bread itself before you can take a bite
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I wish for the car still, but if it was used on mythbusters it was used on a fuel economy myth
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Granted, but the mythbusters blow it up like they do with every car.
I wish I could blow up cars with the mythbusters.
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I wish I could build robots like Grant Imahara does.
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i wish we could just get a taste of that sweet sweet moon cheese
Granted but it sends you on an lsd like trip and you end up eating your own left pinky finger.
I wish for a star and a ship to sail her by.
Parallels: my second mission for Fed aligned Romulans.
Granted, but a solar province comes up and vaporizes your ship.
I wish I had a quasar gun.
Granted. The universe is now obliterated by super massive black holes.
You forgot to wish.
Granted. You have nothing.
I wish a band would follow me and literally play a soundtrack to my life.
Parallels: my second mission for Fed aligned Romulans.
I wish for another tea.