watsaguy2do wrote:It's eliminated, but only in exchange for your countries sovereignty. You now have an economically free, yet politically oppressed country.
I wish that it would snow. Now.
Your wish is granted! Have you seen film "The Day After Tomorrow"? There you go! :devil:
I wish I had a girlfriend...
"As we all know, holy men were born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish
Granted. You are now 18, join the army, and promtly get killed by am IED.
I wish I had an xbox 360.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
i was about to give you a 360, but i was shot by an IED whatever that is before i gave it to you. you grab the 360 and run, so i haunt you forever now.
I wish i was stronger
When a few people die, it's a tragedy. When thousands do, it's a statistic.
triline beta wrote:Granted. You are now 18, join the army, and promtly get killed by am IED.
I wish I had an xbox 360.
Granted! You have xbox 360, but mysteriously every single tv, screen or anything which could be connected to xbox stops working, so there is no more use to that console...
I wish my military service would end up soon... (84 days left...)
"As we all know, holy men were born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish
Granted. You leave and are then arrested for desertion, and throw in jail for the rest of your life.
I wish I knew when the flight to hell would arrive.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
wing wrote:i was about to give you a 360, but i was shot by an IED whatever that is before i gave it to you. you grab the 360 and run, so i haunt you forever now.
I wish i was stronger
Granted!! You get so strong that everything you touch even lightly brokes down. So, you live rest of your life without anything, everything will get broken when you touch it...
My wish is from my prev. post
"As we all know, holy men were born during Christmas...
Like mr. Holopainen over there!" - Marco Hietala, the bass player of Nightwish
Seeing as you and Kipi are along with me on that flight....I might just go insane.
Granted. you are not confused right now, infact, you are nothing right now, so you turn into an impassive statue.
I wish I was in algebra 2.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
granted. here on flight 666, we have a more... interactive math class. the numbers literally beat themselves into your head. you are stuck on flight 666 with a broken skull.
i wish i was psychic
When a few people die, it's a tragedy. When thousands do, it's a statistic.
Granted. You are now phycic, and your new phyoco powers are to you liking....but on finding numbers beating themselves ito my head, they think that you are more in need of algebra 2 than me, and start to attack you. You fend them off with you new power, only to knock holes in the walls of the plane so it loses presurization, and therefor it sucks you int the cargo bay though a hole the size of a penny. And on flight 666, you dont want to know whats in the cargo hold.....
I wish I was bulletproof.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
granted. there is more root beer in that cargo hold, but it is spiked with anthrax...you better hope Kipi has a cure...
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
Granted. you now know why there is so much root beer in the cargo hold, and the knowledge causes you to feel sick from all that thinking, which, combined with the tiquela you drank earlier, causes you to vomit you guts out of your mouth.
I wish Kipi would give me some Tiquela.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
Granted. *proceedes to shove yet another unopened can of mountain dew down wings throat*
I wish I had a computer on the flight to hell.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."
Granted. But, in combination with your phycic powers, it only blocks out things that people in africa say.
I wish your phycic powers were gone and give to me.
"Of humble birth, he entered the Emperor's service in the lowly status of courier. Dispatched to Balmora in the waning years of the Third Era, he arrived in Morrowind, ignorant of the role he was to play in that nation's history."