Yes its that dreaded forum based game where the only rule is, ... let me get back to you about that.

More to the point, I'm here to start this game up because I feel we have enough active posters on this board to get this game goin (in what direction, i have no idea and i really don't want to know either).

For the people who have NEVER heared or played this game it goes like this: Someone posts a wish, it's the job of the next poster to corrupt that wish then post another. This game ends when someone locks this thread, or until everyone is just fed up with this post and goes off and start downloadin porn.

I'll start this off.

I wish WAR was out sooner without any major bugs that would crash the game!

Granted. But you are only allowed to play it once a week for 5 minutes and must endure being sodomized by a chinese midget while playing.

I wish I could become a millionaire and never have a financial worry again.

Granted. But you are a millionaire who can only pay for things in pennies. And every weekend you have a burning desire to count your fortune of pennies, every last one of them.

I wish I had a new BMW M3.

Granted. But you have a new BMW M3 that Peewee Herman hid away in to masturbate and you must endure the strong odor of old sour semen every time you drive it and a severe case of jock itch from the crabs he left behind.

I wish I was famous and beautifully perfect like Grace Park!

Granted. But you have to become my sex slave for life, chained to a radiator and fed nothing but peeps and candy corn.

I wish musicians would stop making horrible music and Will Ferrel and Ben Stiller would die.

Granted, although now we get to watch the now unemployed Cortney Love in the next romantic comedy, and additionally in honor of the death of our most cherished funny men, prime time television and the 2008/09 NFL season will be preempted with the entire catalog from their golden careers played commercial free.

I wish for world peace.

Granted, but in order to achieve world piece you would have to shave your leggs, dress up in a tight 2 piece bathing suit, apply your lipstick and make up and join 49 other crossdressers in the all new Miss America contest and win. Then everytime a conflict came up you would be dispatched to the location to soothe their "egos"...


...I WISH the person below me wasnt a LIAR!

I would stop lying, but you cant handle the truth because it hurts to much.


...I wish for all women not to be flat chested

How about your start another forum and i restart the wish.

I wish I had Warhammer Online right now.

(Starting over here, eh? Sweet)

Granted Zancu, but your the only one online till Sunday. As loneliness begins to take over your mind, you begin to slip slowly into insanity. By the time everyone else arrives, you've already been hauled off in a straight jacket by the nice young men in they're clean white coats.



I wish I was a pornstar.

Granted, but you are hung like a squirrel and can only do gay porn with Ron Jeremy...and he gets to be the pitcher.

I wish this itch would go away.

Granted, but you got that itch from starring in a threesome scene in that gay porn with ron jeremy and a dude hung like a squirrel.

I wish I had a job in video game design.

Granted but your job is to improve game world realism by designing a unique turd for each race and monster type in your game, then place them throughout the world.

I wish I had a cat.

Granted but the cat was dead before you got it.

I wish my Xbox 360 was borken.

Granted but the 360 will only break when you finally get that new game you always wanted to play.

I wish that I was the prettiest girl at the party.

Granted but the only people there are 40 year old unemployed males who haven't showered for days and the only girl they spoke to in the past year was their mom asking them when they would find a job so they could finally move out of the basement.

I wish that I was a talented and successful designer of lady's lingerie for young beautiful women fitting into size 16 or smaller.

(go ahead, ruin my dream... )

Granted, but your customers are total bitches who, like, totally order you to get out of the building in case some of your uglyness infects them.

I wish I was a rich, famous artist who only worked when I felt like it.

Granted -- but you're a rich, famous artist who sculpts ice blocks of gay, fat, men with really small penises and you are required to deliver them to the transexual community of lower Los Angelos in nothing but a black bow tie ... around your weener.

I wish I had a mansion on the cliffs of Ireland.

Granted but I am your next door neighbor for eternity, I work in the garden nude, play "Yellow Submarine" 24/7, fling pickled donkey testicles at you if you try to exit the house and you frequently find me in front of your TV sitting in a bean bag naked eating cheetos. (funny you mention Ireland, it is where the wife and I are actually moving once she gets out of the AF)

I wish Kat wouldn't be my neighbor in Ireland.

Granted, but she will be your neighbor everywhere else and no matter where you turn you will see clones of her with every so slightly disturbing defects that make your efforts at masturbation futile no matter what you are looking at.

I wish I had a car so economically friendly that people would pay me to drive it.