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[Zarn]

Granted. the game no longer exists and so has no copy protection.

I wish I had a good computer.

[El Quia]

Granted, but now electricity does not exists anymore.

I wish that my s**t smelled like roses.

[The_Lemming]

Granted, but the smell of roses has suddenly changed to that of rotten eggs.

I wish for a fried fish.

[El Quia]

Granted, but the fish comes back to life and fries you!



I wish I had more dice

[The_Lemming]

Granted, but suddendly the laws of chance are altered so that you always roll a three.

I wish for Dark Forces to exist, but LucasArts to suddenly cease (thereby no longer protecting Dark Forces ).

[El Quia]

Granted, but no computer in the Universe can run the game.


I wish for a costumed party.

[The_Lemming]

Granted, but the party is on the Moon, so you'll have to find a rocket.

I wish that no one believed in the theory of evolution.

[El Quia]

Granted, but then the entire population would devolve into unicellular organisms.

I wish I could draw.

[Fruit Pie Jones]

Granted. Unfortunately, Billy the Kid draws first and fills you with lead.

I wish that the dream I had two nights ago, the details of which are not forthcoming, would not come true.

[El Quia]

Granted, but every other ugly, disgusting, embarrassing and frightening dream you ever had or will have, comes true.

I wish I could teleport.