Corrupt a Wish

They do fit nice, ripe for your feet. I can't believe it's made of meat.

My sink is filled, it now is red. The bleeding needs to stop from my head.

Granted, and you were so close to pleasing the blood god. Better luck next time.

I wish for coins.

Granted, I hope you don't mind that they're being delivered by shotgun?

I wish for a flower that isn't killing joke.

Granted, have some poison joke.

I wish for a new mechanical pencil. I'm getting sick of my avatar.

Granted, you now a fancy mechanical pencil that gains sentience and proceed to use you to draw horrible things.
And porn.
Lots of porn.
And the only way to stop it was to sever you hand.


I wish for a pony made of diamonds.

Granted, but Butt Stallion hates you.


I wish for Tom.

Granted, you are trapped under him with no means of escape.
You slowly starve to death, and you are found right when you die.



I wish for Camo to have a spider crawl on his computer keyboard.

Granted, Molestia is standing behind you.

I wish for a new laptop. (Mine somehow got a giant hole in it)

Granted, this one ALSO has a giant hole in it.

I wish to be crowned king of derailers in the PH thread.

Granted, but I'm still deleting the second half of that story.

I wish I hadn't enjoyed that so much...

Granted, but now, you can't enjoy anything ever again.

I wish that the rest of the wishes on this page would be corrupted in a positive way for the wisher.

How can this be, corruption good? The wish shall be as wishes should.
The wish you wish be granted true, but only for wishes selfless, and not for you.

I wish for others to see this view, of a moon, shining bright, in the nightly dew.

Many enjoy this beautiful night, but in exchange you are robbed of your sight.

Heavy pockets is what I wish. I can be a little selfish.

(Not a very good rhyme but I tried.))

(Do you know how hard it was to make this post using the accessibility features? Hate you so much.)

I do know what you wish, instead. Now your pants are lined with lead.

I wish the staff were bigger sized, to keep the Seth's EQD organized.

granted, the problem is there are too many chiefs and not enough indians, too many chefs and no cooks, many generals, but n army

I wish for a good nights sleep

A selfish wish you cannot reap, but have you tried counting sheep?

I wish for Rum to have his rest, so more quality posts he can invest.

Your bed you must lend and his advances you cannot defend.

A comfortable day is what I want, I'm tired of Thor's silly taunt.

(Again not very good rhymes, but whatever.)

He shan't taunt no more, a hospital glance, is what you see when struck by his chance.

I just didn't sleep, I read a tome, I wish for quick way for Rum to get back home. I do not wish for Rum to be late, for anything he requires to do on this date.

Granted, but he has to drive and the alcohol's effect hasn't had a chance to wear off.

I wish for a wreathe of killing Joke.

Okay, but you have to wear it first.

I wish for an Asura.

Granted. Its arrogant behavior drives you to madness.

I wish to know if the Sylvari smoke weed.

No, but they do smoke their children's umbilical cords.

I wish for Midas's golden touch.

(dafuq)

Granted. I wouldn't try masturbating if I were you, though.

I wish to have Kipper's powers of thread derailment for a day.

Granted, but you have to look up clopfics to accomplish that.

I wish Robo had to depend on spellcheck for a week.

The Robored will start to type, but soon it will wear out, all the hype. Frustration he will never show, so the difference you won't really know.

I wish that Ryx would not complain, about her artwork, it be insane.

Granted, Ryx doesn't complain about his artwork in the rule 63 dimension.

I wish for Fluttershy.

A cartoon pony granted thee, except it is from that G3.

Encouragement to Somber grant, because she feels like such an ant.

Granted only truth be told somber descends further into despair

I wish to travel the lands of dream. Freely conscious of my actions therein. I would meet the king of all nights dreaming. Should he spare the time perhaps have drinks and lots of singing.

One day this is contagious so stop it

Your mind it wanders on and on, 'till all that's familiar is simply gone. Just as insanity overwhelms, you find yourself in Slumber's realm. You feast by day and drink by night, the songs you sing are such a sight. He speaks of dreams both young and old, of summer's heat and winter's cold. You lend your ear to many a tale, until you find you're full of ale. You give your thanks, you say farewell, he gives a parting gift; a bell. "To get back here, just ring this loud, or you shan't enter, 'tis not allowed." But as you leave his kingdom nigh, you hear the ground give up a sigh. It then tears open, you fall and strain, but then you just wake up again. You search your pockets frantically; there is no bell, it cannot be. If you seek out Morpheus's domain, your search will end up all in vain. Should you get lost in that great dream, you will stay there and forever scream.

For Somber I wish he would not fret, as making chapters should not be a debt.

RoboRed wrote:(dafuq)

Granted. I wouldn't try masturbating if I were you, though.

I wish to have Kipper's powers of thread derailment for a day.

The gods have answered your call, from on my perch you may stand tall.

I corrupt no wish, no wishes be corrupt -though I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt.