Yu get your wish, decemeber starsty to repeat it self every month, no more jan or sept just dec, giving you more days... then again also measn you have to buy lots of christmas presents every 25 days.


I wish for Meri and grugg to have lots of sugar and pastries

I cannot corrupt this wish! It is simply too amazing to corrupt! Besides I think I'm too hungover on sugar to much care about corrupting it anyway!

*bounces around the room!*

I wish for a purple winged reindeer that lives on sugar cookies and rainbows!

((anyone else notice how often I include animals colored purple in these games? I think I have a strange obsession with purple animals... huh))

Your purple reindeer eats all of your sugary yummies needing them to survive and so you are left sugarless.

I wish I was a god that everybody loved like David Edding's Flute character

You are now a god but you have no powers cause you lost your flute and so your followers believes you left them and have found a new god.

I wish I could get out of occasional visitor stats and earn a as ammeter mod

I have no idea what the second half of the wish is bu you are now out of occasional visitor status and have had your status changed to loser, because you posted in Grugg's last post loses thread right before he closed it. (I really like the idea of other people posting in that thread.)

I wish I was a Centaur.

You're a centaur! Unfortunately, the horse that you merged with severely broke a leg in the Kentucky Derby and had to be put down... ... Good luck dragging your horse parts around, bud.


I wish for fish on a dish.

(P.S. Meter Mod? We have those? I didn't even know we offered parking... go figger! )

Granted but the fish is full of parasites and the dish is to hot to touch

i wish for peace and quiet

After Eol rejects the parasitic flaming fish dish you decide to give it a try, hey what could be worse to your health than parking at the RDInn? So you eat the fish dish, to the very last flaky squirming morsel. The pain starts in your stomach and soon spreads through your body, ending with boils that erupt all over your skin. The boils break and leak a yellowish puss and more of those terrible parasites that had reproduced within your own digestive system after injestion. For two days you linger in intensive care but despite their best efforts the doctors are unable to either stop the ferocious reproductive cycle of the parasites or purge them from your body. You do infect half the hospital with this horrible death before you go, so when they bury you in the cemetary you have at least shared your wish for peace and quiet with a few hundred other people.

Finally the AF sends in a B-2 bomber to destroy the hospital in order to contain the outbreak. And it gets really quiet after that.

I wish the pile of invoices on my desk would take care of itself.

The pile of papers hop up and begin taking care of themselves while entertaining you with a song and dance number. Unfortunately the song is 'this is the song that never ends' and it really does seem to never end as the pile of papers is seemingly endless, but much to your coworker's delight the pile does end and for them so does the song. For you, however, it continues playing in your head.

I wish I was a Mech pilot.

Congratz. You are a mech pilot, you got your wish--in fact, you always were a mech pilot, but you didn't know you had all this talent. As it turns out, there are no mechs and you have a sneaking suspicion that wishing for one of those would result in a lot of Gundam action figures and a height adjustment. On a seemingly unrelated note, you never have trouble with getting mechanics to do what you need again.

I wish Reralae would stop being so distracted by multitudinous other sources of entertainment and post up.

Poof reralae finally posts but her (or his) posts are so outstanding that your other players are too intimidated to post and your game dies.

I wish I still had perfect karma.

(nice catch on stopping the wish for a mech.)

A time machine is invented and you are able to go back into time to fix your soiled karma. Except that there is a problem with the machine and you come back as a gerbil... which makes it hard to type and thus hard to do anything here. So your karma remains stagnent for eterninty.

I wish I could draw hands at odd angels better.

While you sleep Picasso enters your dream and teaches you how to draw angled hands better. You can now draw them at pretty much any angle like 90 degree to the wrist or 45 degree. But no matter what angle you do them at they still look picasso...oh and having his insanity in your mind has added another voice to the chorus. One that always criticizes the hands.

I wish I had Richard Gere's talent.

See LOTPWII

I wish I had the most posts ever!

You are now Grugg.

I wish Meri wasn't Grugg I miss Meri