Corrupt a Wish 5.0

[AD TienzuStorm]

Granted, War is canceled.

I wish for a toothbrush.

[Zyardran]

Granted, but its old and full of icky things

I wish i wasn't tired.

[Basman-1453]

Granted. *gives Discord a toothbrush to brush a tiger's teeth*

I wish for someone to supply Discord with a tiger-specific toothpaste so that she can start brushing a tiger's teeth.

[godofdeath500]

Granted. *gives Discord a toothbrush to brush a tiger's teeth*

I wish for someone to supply Discord with a tiger-specific toothpaste so that she can start brushing a tiger's teeth.

Granted, but it causes the tiger to go crazy.

I wish I had more burritos.

[CleanOnion]

Granted, you now have tiger burritos. 

I wish to be completely combusted by the light of a billion suns.

[yee]

Granted, but the billion suns are so heavy, that they collapse into super massive black hole from which no light can escape, so instead you are turned into spaghetti by the immense gravity.

I wish to be able to resist the the gravity and be able to freely explore black holes.

[CleanOnion]

Granted, gravitons no longer have an effect on you. Due to as-of-yet undiscovered properties of gravity this causes you to explode. Your particles may now freely explore black holes.

I wish for glue that can put the particles back together.

[Basman-1453]

What? You've already got the strong nuclear force for that, so stop complaining.

I wish to be flown by a bumblebee.

[killsdazombies]

Granted, an army of bees whisk you away one night. You are never seen again


I wish mafia/war made sense

[CleanOnion]

Granted. With your new-found knowledge, you quickly win Mafia and lead your team to victory in War. You consistently win later Wars, year after year after year. In the year 2026, EtG's Central Offices in New London comes to a decision. The Great Zanzarion IV, Praise be Unto our Glorious Leader, decides that you must be annihilated to leave fun for newer players. For the next six years you are tracked down; hunted like deer. In 2032, the USA's elite squadron of GotP's finds you in your house in the Alps, hidden away from the world. You are given one last chance to redeem yourself but, being addicted to the victory of War, your pride forces you to decline. They take you down. The next War is won by Discord, and you are never heard from again.

I wish for some cake.

[Basman-1453]

Granted. *tosses a cake baked 10 days ago right into onion's face*

I wish for a healthy War dorama.

[Zyardran]

Granted. But now war drama includes flowers and things not nessacarily good in war.

I wish the literary arts section was more active.