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Granted! It is now succulent and tender, but your complete lack of oral hygiene causes your rotten, decayed teeth to fall from your festing gums. Enjoy a life-time diet of gruel.


I wish anyone who authorizes the use of Chemical Weapons gets an all expense paid vacation to the gas chamber at Stateville Prison.

Granted.... This is hard to corupt...

They end up waiting a day to drop them into a pit of nuclear acid lava filled with flesh eating mutant piranas.

I wish I had a easier to corupt wish.

Granted, you got the easiest wish to corrupt, but thanks to your lack of creativity, you failed anyway...

I wish I could corrupt the hardest wish ever.

Granted however you never know what the hardest wish is and never use your wish


I wish more people played wh40k in Maine

Granted they play the most waac, brutal and power gaming lists ever thought up.

I wish my wish was so good no one could corrupt it.

Granted. Thanks to you, this thread died.

I wish for new pair of socks.

Granted. Unfortunately they are woven out of fiberglass. The effects on your feet after a day of wear take months to heal.



I wish for a bulletproof sports car with loads of cool gadgets like in the old James Bond movies.

Granted. It's Aston Martin DB1, with gadgets coming from the same age.


I wish for a frest orange juice.

Wish granted - unfortunately, it's fresh blood orange juice.

I wish for a close combat orientated Necron army choice that isn't flayed ones/praetorian/lychguard

Granted. They are only toughness two, however.

I wish to fish slap somebody.

Wish granted - however, the fish is a kipper.

I wish for reliable Necron anti air units that aren't flyers

Granted. It's, powerful, reliable, but immobile with 24'' range.

I wish I could button the hardest button to button.

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Granted but you end up ordering the viviectin of your familiy on national tv, and all the world condems your infernal cruelness.

I wish i had more than one arm

Granted! You now have 15 arms...none of which are actually attached to your body.

I wish I had 4 scoops of Ben & Jerry's 'Cherry Garcia' ice cream in a bowl, with a spoon, sitting on the desk in my office where I'm at right now. Nom, nom...

Granted! You are, unfortunately, spontaneously made lactose intolerant, unknown to you.

I wish for a cup of pertinent medical knowledge.

Granted but you don't understand it


I wish for a free pro painter

Granted. Somebody covered your house and car with grafitti during the night. Good looking grafitti, not some lame tags, and for free!

I wish for luxury doghouse for my dog.

Granted its nicer than your own home and only for your dog who flaunts its new palacial home.

I wish my ankle was better.

Granted. Your ankle is fine. But your back hurts when you breathe.

I wish my cat had not died last night.

Granted! I'll just leave it at that...

I wish I had a French Maid on staff to clean my house and that she was the spitting image of Scarlett Johansson.

Granted. She only speaks and understands French. She also cleans out your entire workroom, paints miniatures and all. Lastly she turns out to be part of a gang that specializes in killing homeowners and stealing all their valuables, after which they clean the crime scene and make it appear like they took a long vacation. Ironically her accomplices look splitting images of Robert Downey Jr, Chris Evans and Samuel L Jackson.

I wish for a bigger hobby budget.

Granted. After a month, you starved to death.

I wish a bag of cereals.

Granted! But the bag gets wet and dissolves leaving the cereal mushy...nobody likes mushy cereal.

I wish there was a good, new horror movie out right now.

Granted. It is promptly banned for being too disturbing for anyone to watch.

I wish for a pair of sneakers that fit right.

Granted. They fit right, but do not the left foot.

I wish that my neighbour wasn't smoking out of his window.

Granted. He now smokes out of his doorway too. He also dumps his ashes in your garden and flicks the still burning sigarette buts at your house. One solemn evening in July one accidentaly lands in a jar of flammable solvent filled with miniatures you where stripping. The resulting fire burns down you house wile you sleep.

I wish Nurgle would stop blessing my gums.

Granted. He blesses you so your hands turn into tentacles and you grow 5 heads each argueing with the other what to do.

I wish for a new shiny pot of gold paint that's smooth, covering and easy to use in a hard to spill pot.

Granted! But aliens land and, for some unknown reason, confiscate each and every paint brush on the planet and wipe everyone's memory on what a paint brush is, how they were made and the fact that they ever existed. The new pot of shiny gold paint feels smooth to your fingers as you slather it on your models with your digits.

I wish the government would let me slide on paying taxes this year.

Granted. They forget you exist, there is no record. 50 years from now this bites you in the arse when you apply for senior benefiets.

I wish to complete my city.

Granted. It however gets destroyed in a heated game session.

I wish when my diorama is finished, those who gaze at it will feel uncomfortable.