That's right folks, the classic forum game as old as time itself has come to Halforums! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE! Just wish for something and the next poster corrupts it. I'll start-
I wish for a million dollars.
I wish for a million dollars.
...what? I thought that was for- GAH I'M CONFUSED!Isn't there a game forum for these threads?
Granted, you receive it in a lump sum of only pennies all at once after it falls out of an aeroplane.That's right folks, the classic forum game as old as time itself has come to Halforums! YOU CANNOT ESCAPE! Just wish for something and the next poster corrupts it. I'll start-
I wish for a million dollars.
You get an under cooked tuna steak served by the Vampire from From Dusk Till Dawn.Granted, you receive it in a lump sum of only pennies all at once after it falls out of an aeroplane.
I wish for a steak, medium rare served by Selma Hayek.
Granted, you turn into a super-intelligent cat who becomes less funny and evil the more he appears...and also golfs.You get an under cooked tuna steak served by the Vampire from From Dusk Till Dawn.
I wish to be a scratch golfer.
Done. But sadly, you're so excited to drink it that by the time you muster the courage, it's become warm and flat.Granted, you turn into a super-intelligent cat who becomes less funny and evil the more he appears...and also golfs.
I wish for the best beer ever made.
Granted, but you hit it big writing Fifty Shades of Gray fanfiction that becomes its own book. That's right. Fanfiction about fanfiction.Done. But sadly, you're so excited to drink it that by the time you muster the courage, it's become warm and flat.
I wish to be a ridiculously successful author.
Granted, however you only went once at such a high speed that you didn't notice you left. Also you probably died from moving that fast counting friction and all that.Granted, but you hit it big writing Fifty Shades of Gray fanfiction that becomes its own book. That's right. Fanfiction about fanfiction.
I want a free trip around the world!
You grow a huge tumor on your scalp.Granted, but it will ONLY play Kinect games.
I wish I was little bit taller.
Granted, but just as you gained super intelligence the Catholic Church JUST restarted the inquisition. And guess who finds proof that god doesn't exist?You grow a huge tumor on your scalp.
I wish I was smarter.
Granted, but it was due to you suffering a horrific accident that led to the lower half of your body being amputated. You continued the piano lessons because, well, it's not like you can take tapdancing lessons now.Granted, but UPS will screw up every shipment and you will never see your purchases.
I wish I had stuck with piano lessons when I was younger and could play it expertly now.
Granted, but they are just run of the mill wishful thinking and get you nothing.Granted, but it was due to you suffering a horrific accident that led to the lower half of your body being amputated. You continued the piano lessons because, well, it's not like you can take tapdancing lessons now.
I wish I could have more wishes.
Granted, but bringing back the space program brings America into a new Economic Recession. You are despised, people throw eggs at you house, until one day you can't take it anymore. You tell the launch crew to start the rockets telling that you are in the rocket...but in reality you are under it. As the engines fire, you are cleansed from this world with rocket fire, never to be seen again.Granted, but they are just run of the mill wishful thinking and get you nothing.
I wish I were an Astronaut.
Granted, but you get so many that they overtake your house, neighborhood, and flood the world into a Doom Weasel apocalypse with no leader.You get Cujo.
I want more doomweasels.
Granted. While I don't want to post the spoilers here, the game is written by Warren Spector and goes into great detail about the origins of Koopalings, along with many other mysteries in the Mario universe. The game receives critical acclaim, winning every single Game of the Year award, as well as several Best Game of All Time awards. It sells like hotcakes, breaking records and spawning a series of copycat games (much like every shooter these days is a clone of Call of Duty / Battlefield etc), all of which are decent, though not as overwhelmingly good as the original. In effect, this one single game reshapes the gaming landscape forever.Granted, but you get so many that they overtake your house, neighborhood, and flood the world into a Doom Weasel apocalypse with no leader.
I wish they made a Mario game where they explain where the hell the Koopalings came from.
Granted. Your life becomes the inspiration for a Fatal Attraction remake.I wish I could sleep with an incredibly beautiful woman.
Granted, welcome to white-collar prison!Granted. Your life becomes the inspiration for a Fatal Attraction remake.
I wish I had more time to bake bread.
GRANTED! It turns out to be a video game version of The Ring.Granted, welcome to white-collar prison!
I wish this game download didn't take so long.
GRANTED! Its Pigma Dengar, and he sells you to an evil monkey brain monster.GRANTED! It turns out to be a video game version of The Ring.
I wish I had a pet pig.
Granted but it takes 1000 years for the cup to fill up half way and by that time it probably got your order wrong as well.GRANTED! Its Pigma Dengar, and he sells you to an evil monkey brain monster.
I wish for a cup that could magically fill up with any drink I wish.
Granted, but immediately afterwards all the women in the world die off of a virulent and oddly gender-specific plague.Granted but it takes 1000 years for the cup to fill up half way and by that time it probably got your order wrong as well.
I wish to be able to seduce any woman I want
Granted, but the only new games you can play are Call of Duty Sequels. And you can ONLY play multiplayer, the worst online experience ever made.Granted, but immediately afterwards all the women in the world die off of a virulent and oddly gender-specific plague.
I wish my computer was better, so I could play newer games.
Granted, but adamantium is toxic, and you don't have a healing factor, so you die an agonizing death soon afterwards. (This one came pre-corrupted!)Granted, but the only new games you can play are Call of Duty Sequels. And you can ONLY play multiplayer, the worst online experience ever made.
I wish I had an adamantium spine.
You learn Klingon, French and two other made up languages.Granted, but adamantium is toxic, and you don't have a healing factor, so you die an agonizing death soon afterwards. (This one came pre-corrupted!)
I wish I knew more languages.
Granted. You are then drafted into the space program where your mission goes terribly wrong and your space ship combusts leaving you stranded in space forever alone.You learn Klingon, French and two other made up languages.
I wish to be immortal.
Granted, the group known as "Temporal Headquarts of Adament Tromboune-players" now owns Halforums. And then they kill you with a silly song. SAM AND MAX!Granted. You are then drafted into the space program where your mission goes terribly wrong and your space ship combusts leaving you stranded in space forever alone.
I wish that owned halforums
Granted you now can communicate with crickets via telepathy.Granted, the group known as "Temporal Headquarts of Adament Tromboune-players" now owns Halforums. And then they kill you with a silly song. SAM AND MAX!
I wish I had psychic powers.
Granted! It's 2002 again.Granted you now can communicate with crickets via telepathy.
I wish everyone one on earth had a Nickleback song stuck in their head forever.