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2012/09/02 13:32:04
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. Uh, now you've eaten an apple pie. It wasn't particularly big, or tasty, and you've just used up your only ever wish on such a small thing. Oh well.
I wish to now use that money to invest into the stock market so that I end up with a fortune.
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2012/09/02 13:34:12
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - but then the stock market crashes and everything you own gets repossessed.
I wish to start my life over.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/02 13:36:56
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. Enjoy your new life as one of the poorest people in the 3rd world!
I wish I knew the context of your sig.
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2012/09/02 13:42:41
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - I asked on the "What if?" thread, and Wrakkar answered (well, Xenology did say Eldar ears were erogenous zones).
I wish to start over my life the way I want it.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/02 14:03:33
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. However you forget how you want it halfway through the reincarnation process and end up lacking existance as you forget you wanted it.
I wish I could figure out how to put this youtube song onto a loop.
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2012/09/02 19:47:09
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Homicidal Veteran Blood Angel Assault Marine
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Granted. It's now playing in a loop, inside your head. Forever. Sort of like tinnitus I imagine.
I wish I had a pair of wings that enable me to fly.
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2012/09/02 19:50:28
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. You can fly, but only for a certain amount of time and you won't get any warning that you're about to run out of energy for flying. Enjoy!
I wish I had edible cake.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/09/02 19:51:42
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2012/09/02 19:55:04
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Granted. You have wings that let you fly very well straight down. They do not steer or brake, however.
I wish people would not obcess about their sigs.
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Trust in Iron and Stone  |
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2012/09/02 23:03:11
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - except now they obsess about avatars.
I wish for psychic powers IRL - without the chaotic influence/daemonic possession strings.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/02 23:36:36
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Scuttling Genestealer
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Granted you are pulled into the warp but not possessed you die a painful death in the warp
I wish that everyone was like us murricans
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 Tyranids 1500
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2012/09/02 23:38:22
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - mass suicides erupt across the world.
I wish Japan and her allies won WWII.
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This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2012/09/02 23:38:50
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/02 23:41:00
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Scuttling Genestealer
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Japan cannot handle the nefound power they launch 700 nukes into the atmosphere creating armageddon
I wish i was a spess mahreen
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Tyranids 1500
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2012/09/02 23:47:39
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - and then you fall to the Black Rage.
I wish the Imperium was real.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/02 23:52:42
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Scuttling Genestealer
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Granted you are classified as a heretic and destroyed
I wish For an army to take the world also they are dragons
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Tyranids 1500
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2012/09/03 03:03:38
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - you get eaten first.
I wish Alexander the Great would be reincarnated and would conquer the world again - and I want to be part of his world-conquering army.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 06:13:49
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Granted. You are Alexanders army water boy.
I wish there were more wargamers in this area.
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Trust in Iron and Stone |
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2012/09/03 06:15:26
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lone Wolf Sentinel Pilot
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Granted. There are so many wargamers in the area that GW has rapidly increased its prices. 500%.
I wish for 40K to be sold at least 50% the RRP in Australia.
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This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2012/09/03 06:17:20
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2012/09/03 06:17:03
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - bu the goods are defective.
I wish I could be the reincarnated Alexander's Chancellor.
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This message was edited 2 times. Last update was at 2012/09/03 06:44:12
I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 06:50:36
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Pulsating Possessed Chaos Marine
In Firenze kicking Templar arse.
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Granted, you get murdered anyway.
My friend wishes for a girlfriend
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2012/09/03 06:56:23
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - but she's a gold-digger.
I wish for power.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 10:49:40
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. You now have the power to die whenever you want.
I wish I had a boltgun and a license to use it whenever I wanted.
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2012/09/03 10:51:45
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - you are 0013, and your first mission is to infiltrate the mob and eliminate their top bosses. Good luck, 0013...this message will self-destruct in five seconds.
I wish to be a god!
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 10:56:58
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. You are hades, eternally condemned to hate your job.
I wish I complete the mission while looking awesome.
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2012/09/03 11:00:50
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - but its raining in London, and you lost your umbrella in the final gunfight in Chicago.
I wish I re-designing the Underworld wasn't such a hassle - even for a god.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 12:46:07
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Thunderhawk Pilot Dropping From Orbit
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Granted. You redecorate, and the place looks even worse than before. Did I mention there is now lava streaming from the ceiling onto your throne?
I wish MLP and 40k had NEVER, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER MET. And never will.
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Currently attempting to put together a homebrew non-canon Space Marine chapter. If I can be bothered to getting around to painting the models and putting the things together of course... |
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2012/09/03 13:03:14
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Ancient Venerable Dreadnought
Thousand Sons Battleship wandering the galaxy...
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Granted - and the bronies somehow know you're responsible.
I wish for the Tower of Heaven.
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I should have left him there. He had served his purpose. He owed me nothing - yet he gave himself to me willingly. Why? I know not. He is nothing more than a pathetic human. An inferior race. A mon-keigh. But still I broke off my wings so that I might carry him easier. I took him from that place, into the snowstorm where our tracks will not be found. He is heavy. And he is dying. And he is slowing me down. But I will save him. Why? I know not. He is still warm. I can feel his blood ebbing across me. For every beat of his heart, another, slight spill of heat. The heat blows away on the winter wind. His blood is still warm. But fading. And I have spilled scarlet myself. The snow laps greedily at our footsteps and our lifeblood, covering them without a trace as we fade away.
'She sat on the corner, gulping the soup down, uncaring of the heat of it. They had grown more watery as of late she noted, but she wasn't about to beggar food from the Imperials or the "Bearers of the Word." Tau, despite their faults at least didn't have a kill policy for her race.' |
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2012/09/03 18:17:22
Subject: Re:corrupt a wish!
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Dwarf Runelord Banging an Anvil
Way on back in the deep caves
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Granted. You have the official LEGO Tower of Heaven kit. All Two hundred million blocks worth. The package will not fit in your home and its raining.
I wish for less cats.
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2012/09/03 19:09:52
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. How do rabid bears sound?
I wish I had a cat.
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2012/09/03 19:14:10
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Rampaging Reaver Titan Princeps
On your roof with a laptop
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Granted. How does a rabid cat sound?
I wish I had more coke (yes the drink) in my fridge.
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2012/09/03 19:18:14
Subject: corrupt a wish!
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Lethal Lhamean
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Granted. However the fridge is full of it and it's not in bottles. So as soon as you open the door...
I wish the cat wasn't rabid.
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Then he got trampled in the incoming stampede! 
