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Granted. You are trapped in an endless 'Groundhog Day' style temporal loop, and the rain is replaced by a plague of mosquitos.

I wish that I had more time for gaming.

Granted, you are fired from your job and kicked out of school. You now have nothing but time.

I wish I didn't have so much work to do for class

Granted. You become a complete slacker, drop out of school and live on the dole.


I wish there were better 'alien invasion' style movies being released.

Granted. There's a remake of "Alien" movie, made in style as are the new Ghostbusters.

I wish for Duncan's paint collection.

Granted. You get the collection, but none of the containers. Splat!

I wish for Halloween Candy.

Granted, it's the cheap stuff nobody wants.

I wish people would stop Christmas decorating just because it is November.

Granted. They leave their Halloween decorations up until New Years.

I wish to finish shopping for the holidays in one fell swoop.

Granted. They leave their Halloween decorations up until New Years.

I wish to finish shopping for the holidays in one fell swoop.

Granted. You go to the convenience store and buy everyone (kids included) scratch-off tickets, forever enshrining your reputation as the wierd relative.


I wish people would quit rioting.

Granted, they start a war instead.

I wish people would quit arguing about politics

*scratches head*
Hmmm....that's a tough one.

Granted. Humanity vanishes from the earth.


I wish for relaxing weekend.

Granted. You are an old cat, and you sleep all weekend.

I wish the haters would give it a rest.

Granted. They give it a rest long enough to sleep. They awaken refreshed, have a little cry, and once again hit the streets, ready to hate anew.


I wiish I had the motivation to build and paint more terrain.

Granted. You have a big game coming up and you are to bridmnz

You gotta make a wish, Snurl!

Oops. Fell asleep while posting.
I meant to say:

Granted. You have a big game coming up and you have volunteered to bring all of the terrain.

I wish I would not attempt to post while I am sleepy.

I was wondering what 'bridmnz' meant...


Anyway, granted. You decide to stop posting on Dakka at 2:00am.


I wish more people in my town played 40k.

Granted. The whole town plays. Everyone you meet does nothing but bitch about the rules and the expense.

I wish to get back on my painting schedule.

Granted. You become a professional mini painter and someone sends you 10,000 points of Orks that they want done by Christmas.


I wish that I didn't have writer's block.

Granted. The block is gone, it's been replaced by the much more uncommon writer's balls.

I wish to win a game tonight.

Thanks! Got my newspaper column finished before the deadline. Last minute as always.

Anyway, granted. You play Eldar jet bike and Wraithknight spam.

I wish Masterpiece Theater actually aired masterpieces.

Granted. But they are all performed in Latin.

I wish there was something decent on TV at 4am.

Granted. You suddenly develop a love for infomercials.



I wish for the complete collection of new Thousand Sons models and books.

Granted. They are all yours. They will be shipped to you by the slowest method possible. Tracking last shows them on a pack train across the Himalayan mountains in Nepal.

I wish for a short night tonight.

Granted. But I grant your wish three days too late.


I wish I was a professional bull rider.

Granted. For about 4 seconds. Now you are a casualty.

I wish to attend the running of the bulls.

Granted. Bull's horn made you a new hole to defecate with.

I wish to be an opera singer.

Granted. But everything you try to say comes out as an aria. The people at the drive through window can't wait until you come back again.

I wish to have a good day's sleep.

Granted, you are in coma and you have 8760 days of good sleep.

I wish to enjoy lawnmowing.

Granted. You're a goat.

I wish for springtime.