"My grammar sense is tingling!"
I was; you were; he, she, it was; we, you, they were. Take note of the first person singular form.
So, because of bad grammar, your wish has become a bit mis-interpreted. You are now a were-metamorphic-digital-entity, meaning that you can only take on another form whenever there's a full moon, and also that you MUST take on another form in that case. I don't think I have to tell you about all the difficult situations this could bring you into.
I wish I could travel back in time four hours just this once, so I can get a full nights rest.
Rowne, your wish is granted. You are now a metamorphic digital entity. But you become trapped in the personal web page of a teenage girl and the only other digital entities available for you to take the shape of are images of Lindsay Lohan and Nick Lachey.
Neriak, I grant your wish too. You don't have to work tomorrow... because your boss is letting you rest up for the 72 hour work marathon you must put in this weekend.
Speaking of, I wish I were married to Jessica Simpson.
Screw that, the moment I was editing my last post and clicked the submit button, I lost connection to the forums :(
that was my edit:
Ok Rowne, since you beat me.
You find yourself as an digital entity on a Microsoft IIS-Server, too bad some script-kiddies called ' Spy-Kids' came by. They found you, hacked you, and turned you into a hacked index.html containg the string:
<h1>Spy-Kids were here!</h1>
@Turan, thanks .. how could you know I hate marathons ? :)
[Quick note; I used 'were' because I was thinknig of the royal we, which often follows along from one, I often refer to oneself as so but I try to refrain from the royalisms. Every now and then though I fall into that trap, it's a nasty trap to fall into but I blame my culture. I blame them! Blaaaame.]
The Cosmos team actually manages to get a clue, yet thanks to their l33t spindoctoring skillz they manage to get together the $$$ [ye Gods, I need to stop reading Tribal Alpha tales from Stefan Gagne's Unreal Estate Universe] to get in bed with Blizzard and become a part of them officially. Ace is phased out because they cleverly work in code to render it redundant. With the marketing of Blizzard, the community-spindoctoring skills and the new coding capabilities, they usher in an age of enlightenment to Warcraft. Unfortunately thanks to the fact that it was ushered in by Cosmos, it's a locked down age of tyranny and dissent but the sheep are so blinded by the light of their beloved coders they fail to notice it.
Let Cosmos die, Ace for a brighter future! *Progoganda.*
Unfortunately, due to a strange brain virus, it seems that Cosmos is clued in by what was once Kaelten's knowledge, this has left him as a vegetable but now, thanks to Turan wishing that Kaelten had his clue back, Kaelten now gains Turan's knowledge and takes up the helm as the spiritual leader and forefather of our project, whilst Turan sits around and drools at potted plants.
The weekend gets stuck in an infinite loop and to Stylpe's horror he soon realizes that he's in a Groundhog Day Scenario. You'll [Stylpe] have to spend the next few years trying to find out exactly what it is you're supposed to change about the day for time to progress as it once did!
You're given a free dishwasher as a prize to a competition you never entered and furthermore, every now and then your dishwasher keeps disappearing. You eventually learn that it was built by a Japanese supergenius and it's a transformer, heading out each night to fight crime. This would, of course, explain the supervillains readying themselves to destroy said heroic dishwasher's HQ [also: your home].
I wish to dispense with jail! Thusly, I wish that the Mad Midnight Bomber wot Bombs at Midnight would bust me out of this prison.