Aight, so here's one of the games I mentioned. The idea is that you grant the previous posters wish in a twisted fashion (i.e. with undesirable consequences and/or side-effects), and then post a wish of your own below.
Person 1. I wish I were shorter
P2. Your wish is granted. Your legs fall off.
I wish for a million wishes!
P3. Your wish is granted, but all of your wishes are twisted wishes.
I wish I had more hair.
P4. Granted, but it is all growing on the bottom of your feet.
Some rules to avoid confusion and boring posts (even though most of us here are smart enough to take them for granted):
1. If more than one person grant the same wish (due to fast posting), only the first person to grant the wish shall get his/her wish granted next. Try to avoid editing posts, since it will in most cases lead to more confusion.
2. Don't try to make an untwistable wish (like 'I wish I had a plane that works perfectly, can't crash or get hijacked, has infinite fuel, etc.'). If you do, you've missed the point of the game.
3. When you grant a wish, don't just grant it and say it explodes when you touch it or someone steals it or you die one second later or something like that. It's unimaginative and you won't actually have twisted the wish if you do that.
You create the best UI AddOn known to man; with the cleanest code, bells, whistles and all manner of whatnotery, the kind of thing that would make a person famous. Unfortunately Blizzard steals your idea and incorporates it into their UI by default, leaving your idea to fall into obscurity.
Granted, but you have to work 32 of them. And don't forget, you'd have to wait twice the amount of time until days like Christmas, your birthday, etc, and you'd only be half your current age (then again, so would everyone else, so you'd still relatively be the same age).
I wish I had the ability to become completely rested from only one hour of sleep (as opposed to the normal eight).
(Speaking of which, I'll go to bed now ^o^ *yawn*)
An interdimensional salesman sloops (it has been divined that whilst spacial travel via space-folding and other methods might cause a 'pop' sound, the friction created by rubbing between realities would actually result in more of a disturbing slurp sound, combined with the high level hum of the everything that exists between realities themselves) into your home and offers you a fine range of PCs at nominal fees, you had to trade your comic book collection in but hey, you now have a hypertech home intelligence and media system! The most powerful machine known to man that could just about emulate anything, furthermore it's capable of virtual environments and other forms of niftyness. Unfortunately, you decide to overclock it and you quickly realize that this might not have been wise. The shere speed of the machine now takes it out of phase with the space-time continuum, evolving into the next evolution of time itself. This is all well and good as a Scientific conundrum and curiousity but you're still left without a good PC.
The moral of the story is: If you ever get your hands on a PC from the future, don't overclock it!
Anyway, I wish for ... hm. *Ponder.* Blast, everything I'd want to wish for is too weird or generally unspeakable. I'd wish for an open-minded World where one may speak the weirdness without being carted off to the nearest sanitarium!
You gain your wish! Unfortunately now everyone in this world follows you around, worshipping you as their God, because their minds are open and mouths closed and they only have ears to listen. They follow you around like Lemmings and never let you sleep.
I wish I could find a good Blizzard coder!
Edit: Whoa, that's freaky. Posted the exact same minute. I thought you were going to bed!
[Stylpe: In that instance, my 'r' finger was faster than my 'e' finger, this actually happens quite often, my 'e's vary wildly in consistency and if you look around, almost all of my typos are 'e' related.]
You find a good Blizzard coder, however the problem here is that Blizzard actually gains some credibility. The expectations of the company have risen and the publishers are most displeased. The coder and most of the original staff are fired and almost the entire coding division of Blizzard is replaced with interns to once again lower the value of and expectations placed upon the company. The publishers don't believe in having their development crews doing hard work, after all. They just want people to cough up money like so many slot machines.
I wish I were a metamorphic [and well sourced] digital entity instead of just a human fleshbag (and as an added challenge, try and do it without using the old clichés or viruses or Chameleonic-loss-of-identity). As life would be far more entertaining then and it would be much easier to mock people if one could take on their forms to do it.
Your wish is granted, Blizzard hired the best coder you can think of. His first action was changing their poor code to an object-orientated one. He was so good, Slouken got jealous and mobbed (whats the verb for mobbing?) him so bad that he left Blizzard and joined Flagship Studios as a coder for Hellgate:London
I wish I had a wish for now ... hmmm I wish that I don't have to work tomorrow.
Damnit! I was too late! Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!