Evil wish game!

Granted. You get mauled, bitten and maimed. You are dead, dead and dead. Any questions?



I wish I didn't have to sleep, and could still perform as well as I can now.

Granted, but since you always perform at minimal level there is an even worse effect than when you were sleeping.

You lose your job, your house, your family, your dog, your girlfriend, and you eventually commit suicide. However since you perform so poorly you tied up the rope wrong and were hanging there for hours gasping for breath.

I wish that I was the internet.

Granted! You are now the Internet; the information highway! You get the sadistic benefit of denying yourself to whoever you wish whenever you see fit. However! Now you are a slave to your users. You must service trillions of requests for this or that webpage, image, animation, or video. And as if that's not enough, parts of you are constantly being stretched, expanded, hacked, upgraded and downgraded. You're finding that some things just don't work well with you.

I wish I owned a T1 connection; so I could make DB work overtime for me.

Granted! T1 standing for Terminator Mark 1 right?

Right?

*Kicks the bloody mess that once was Teele* Right?

I wish people would understand the awesomeness of the poem at the top of this page (by me, in orange).