Wish granted, but you awoke the griefers from their eternal sleep in the abyss. The then evolve into forum trolls and constantly spam the forums with crap nobody cares about. The ninjas/mods/admins take it upon themselves to defend our homebase in the forums by banning all the trolls and such. The trolls constantly reproduce though, that we can't keep up with the sudden onslaught, so they call in the back-up, 7 more forum mods are created and the trolls are pushed back. We realize all of this started because of Aexis Rai, so they send Iguana(new mod) to retrieve him. Once I have obtained you, we use you as a meatshield for their "lolwuts, 4chan, and other devious weaponry". Your tattered up at the end, and we throw you into th pit of trolls where they feast on your rotting carcus for the rest of your eternity. After the war, the forum mods/admins are left to clean up your mess, and they envision Iguana as a god for defending the forums and give him the forum title "EPIC MASTER NOOB PERSON". To be continued....
It tastes great. Mmm, blue jello.
It exudes a slightly odd smell (chestnuts? Nah, can't be...), but you enjoy it all the same.
Too bad. Jello made with formaldehyde. Why didn't they put that on the box?
You are poisoned and die... and are afterwards stuffed.
You are placed in the Museum of Natural History, in the Reptile department.
I wish I could figure out how you make up such elaborate corruptions.
EDIT: I was originally going to make it cyanide, but it wasn't as much fun.
As the story continues, Aexis is now trying to uncover the secret on how Iguana is so smartypants-like. He dwells the forums for 3 more years until the Armageddon ensues. Upon this time, the world is in utter chaos. Populations are slowly dwindling. Resources are used up dry. Our economy is dead. Upon thing time, Aexis takes it upon himself and installs some hacking programs and hacks his computer. He finds nothig on any of Iguana's accounts. He then travels to Guelph, Ontario, Canada and finds his house. He breaks down the door and finds nothing. He runs up the stairs quickly. Outside, gunshots, and fires are everywhere. Screams can be heards, miles away. Nothing can stop this armageddon. He boots up Iguana's laptop. Quickly he scours through the desktop but finds nothing. He presses the ? key, and suddenly, his laptop folds down, and inside his closet, it leads to Iguana's secret hide out. Down in his hideout, many magecraft books and such as stored. He jumps down the flights of stairs and sprains his ankle at the bottom. Suddenly, he meets a mage with a similiar attitude as of Iguana's. The fierce mage then summon 6 bonewalkersin front of him, and tosses Aexis a claymore. He asks Aexis if he could fight through his mini army of the undead, knowing that Aexis is not in a fighting condition. Aexis catches the sword with his left hand and smirks. He says a remark to the mage, with infuriates him. The mage ready's his spell and casts magic everywhere. The noise is trapped inside the keep. Nothing from the outside world can be heard. A few minutes later, both fighters and well on their knees. The mage smiles. He gives Aexis a book, and disappears. Upon reading the book, he learns all the secrets to the universe, and on page 666, he finds out Iguana's magic powers. Upon reading this though, Aexis wakes up. He realizes that he will never have Iguana's powers so he'll have to keep on dreaming, and he goes back to sleep.
I Wish All Greifers, 8 year old f@gs, and DitShips who play minecraft would BEGONE
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Citricsquid vandalized this space. It has been sterilized ever since.
"Master Cheif! What did I tell you about humping posts?!"
My Steam ID Is: jjchrizzles
WHY DID YOU NOT CORRUPT MY WISH! WAAHHH! WHINE!!! 7 YEAR OLD STUPIDITY NESS!!!! WAAAAAHHHHAAHAHA!
Wish granted, but they got wisked away through the time portal in the closet of Iguana and were instantly warped into the Whitehouse. They they broke into Obama's HQ and were like "WAAAHHH". Obama's eardrums shattered making him utterly useless. Obama slowly reached his arm for the phone, but on of the griefers used their skills from in-game to IRL and broke his arm. Obama started to bleed out after a child started eating at his flesh. Moments later he died, so the griefer and 8 year olds and such took command and are now the strongest leaders in the world. Two weeks later, the world leaders started to plot against the little children/griefers and such, but then they figured out and released an infectious parasitic virus that slowly bit into the flesh of the world leaders. They then became zombies and started to eat away at the others. A few months later, basically 90% of the world is infected. Only a few survivors remain. Armed and ready, the survivors banded together and created homebases at each continent. They then realized Bob Ross was still alive, so they held his hostage for the ravenous zombies, and let them tear into his rib cage, and eat away on his insides.
Congratulations. The postal system works "right" - now everyone in the postal service is a right-wing conservative.
Liberals no longer receive their intended mail. Which is probably bad for you.
Have fun being permanently incommunicado. Maybe.
I wish I knew how to make a link to Iguana's amazing (and amazingly long) post.
Granted, I now understand completely (not really). However, Notch and the forum mods decide the system is useless and discard it forever, reverting back to the original system.
EDIT: I have changed my wish. I instead wish for a better, free, legal mp3 download site.
Wish granted, but upon going onto the site, you realize they tricked you, and you fell into the traps of a porn site under a random name! You hear knocking on the door, so you struggle with closing the window and deleting the history. Suddenly, your mother barges through the door. She senses something suspicious, and tells you it's dinner. She exits the room, making you reliefed. You didn't know wth that was, so you go home. Meanwhile, in a secret nuclear holocaust fallout base(love them), they government talks about how they are going to crackdown on 18 and unders watching porn. They plan out a 3 month assualt, and plan to kill every single person under the age of 18, who has watched porn. 1 by 1, children die. Back at Aexis' house, he walks downstairs, and grabs a bottle of water, and goes back to his computer. He sits down, but realizes somebody is knocking on the door. He walks to his window to see who it is, and finds an armed man. He shuts the curtains, and sits back down and thinks. Aexis' then stands up, and decides to open the door. Upon opening, the agent asks for him to state his name. Upon doing this though, he realizes he must have gotten arrested or something else, so he disarms the man, and knocks him out. He steps outside, and sees that many other agents are steeping into people's homes and killing them. He looks down the block, to see his buddy Jeff being shot in the face. He shuts the door, and quickly runs upstairs. Aexis then hears noises, and realizes that he's surrounded. As the agents move in, they tell him that resisting a death sentance equals torture. So they bring him back to the nuclear holocaust fallout bunker, and force him to do things he doesn't want to do. :wink.gif:
I wish for some imagination lessons, if those are real.
Granted. You are sent some of this fantastic pickle juice through the mail via a mail-order catalog. You managed to get your parents to use their credit card to buy it for you. Meanwhile, at the secret hideout of the underground sect using Vlasic brand pickle products to achieve world domination, the lead operatives discover that they have nearly run out of all of their amazing laptop-destroying pickle juice, so they send some henchmen to retrieve as many bottles of this pickle juice as possible. they figure out that the mail-order catalog was part of a branch of the Black Market and broke into the catalog HQ to get the figures for purchase of their pickle juice. They find it has been sold to 13 customers across the US. One of those customers: Your parents. A team of five grunts from the sect raids your house and kills your parents, looking for the juice. You are meanwhile playing Minecraft with your headphones on and are oblivious to their screams. The pickle juice sits on your desk, and one of the agents can smell it. They break down your door and forcibly take it from you. As you sit at your desk, sobbing over the terrible misfortune that befell you, you decide to go to the forums and make a pity thread. Bad idea. You are found out and banned from both the forums and the game.
Spectacular, Droqen. All this for pickle juice.
I wish for the ability to use [s] and [/s] to use strikethrough'd text.
EDIT: IT WORKS! The [s] tags really work! Thank you, forum gods!
Granted. You achieve much fame and glory and you become the single most awesome person in the world, and the people of Earth decide to put you in the greatest position of power as the new world ruler. The fame gets to your head and you become a ruthless dictator. Your reign of terror is quickly put down by riots and revolts of upstanding citizens, who, after putting you to rest permanently, create a utopian future. The people of the new world dance on your ashes and build great city halls out of the remains of your statues.
And by the way you corrupt wishes, I'd say utopia is your single greatest source of hatred.
No novus ordo seclorum for you.
I wish for the wisdom of Solomon and the mathematical genius of Kepler.
[P.S. - Iguana. There is nothing I would rather do. I accept willingly.]
I wish for jello right about now.
It exudes a slightly odd smell (chestnuts? Nah, can't be...), but you enjoy it all the same.
Too bad. Jello made with formaldehyde. Why didn't they put that on the box?
You are poisoned and die... and are afterwards stuffed.
You are placed in the Museum of Natural History, in the Reptile department.
I wish I could figure out how you make up such elaborate corruptions.
EDIT: I was originally going to make it cyanide, but it wasn't as much fun.
I wish I had the attention span to write a book.
No Defects.
I Wish All Greifers, 8 year old f@gs, and DitShips who play minecraft would BEGONE
Citricsquid vandalized this space. It has been sterilized ever since.
"Master Cheif! What did I tell you about humping posts?!"
My Steam ID Is: jjchrizzles
Wish granted, but they got wisked away through the time portal in the closet of Iguana and were instantly warped into the Whitehouse. They they broke into Obama's HQ and were like "WAAAHHH". Obama's eardrums shattered making him utterly useless. Obama slowly reached his arm for the phone, but on of the griefers used their skills from in-game to IRL and broke his arm. Obama started to bleed out after a child started eating at his flesh. Moments later he died, so the griefer and 8 year olds and such took command and are now the strongest leaders in the world. Two weeks later, the world leaders started to plot against the little children/griefers and such, but then they figured out and released an infectious parasitic virus that slowly bit into the flesh of the world leaders. They then became zombies and started to eat away at the others. A few months later, basically 90% of the world is infected. Only a few survivors remain. Armed and ready, the survivors banded together and created homebases at each continent. They then realized Bob Ross was still alive, so they held his hostage for the ravenous zombies, and let them tear into his rib cage, and eat away on his insides.
The end. =)
I wish for a new fan...
I wish the new post system would work right.
Quality of output = Skill * Effort
Liberals no longer receive their intended mail. Which is probably bad for you.
Have fun being permanently incommunicado. Maybe.
I wish I knew how to make a link to Iguana's amazing (and amazingly long) post.
I wish that Aexis knew that I was talking about the new post light on the fourms.
Quality of output = Skill * Effort
Granted, I now understand completely (not really). However, Notch and the forum mods decide the system is useless and discard it forever, reverting back to the original system.
EDIT: I have changed my wish. I instead wish for a better, free, legal mp3 download site.
I wish for some imagination lessons, if those are real.
I wish I had a softer bed.
Quality of output = Skill * Effort
I wish for a better laptop.
http://azjhv.net/
I wish for some of that pickle juice. It's rather impressive, I must day.
---> vede claimed Notch said this (and it is awesome).
Granted. You are sent some of this fantastic pickle juice through the mail via a mail-order catalog. You managed to get your parents to use their credit card to buy it for you. Meanwhile, at the secret hideout of the underground sect using Vlasic brand pickle products to achieve world domination, the lead operatives discover that they have nearly run out of all of their amazing laptop-destroying pickle juice, so they send some henchmen to retrieve as many bottles of this pickle juice as possible. they figure out that the mail-order catalog was part of a branch of the Black Market and broke into the catalog HQ to get the figures for purchase of their pickle juice. They find it has been sold to 13 customers across the US. One of those customers: Your parents. A team of five grunts from the sect raids your house and kills your parents, looking for the juice. You are meanwhile playing Minecraft with your headphones on and are oblivious to their screams. The pickle juice sits on your desk, and one of the agents can smell it. They break down your door and forcibly take it from you. As you sit at your desk, sobbing over the terrible misfortune that befell you, you decide to go to the forums and make a pity thread. Bad idea. You are found out and banned from both the forums and the game.
Spectacular, Droqen. All this for pickle juice.
I wish for the ability to use [s] and [/s] to use strikethrough'd text.
EDIT: IT WORKS! The [s] tags really work! Thank you, forum gods!
I wish for awesomeness.
P.S. - Aexis. You are my new apprentice. Whether you like it or not.
And by the way you corrupt wishes, I'd say utopia is your single greatest source of hatred.
No novus ordo seclorum for you.
I wish for the wisdom of Solomon and the mathematical genius of Kepler.
[P.S. - Iguana. There is nothing I would rather do. I accept willingly.]
I wish that I could ban by nick and ip at the same time.
Quality of output = Skill * Effort
You already can. But now noone can, because you said that so they all gang up on you and eat you.
http://azjhv.net/
I wish I was immortal.
EDIT: Crap, I though I was posting at the end of the first page.