Done! Time has changed so that your mother never erased them. This starts a chain reaction that ripples through time and leads to the destruction of all electronic devices and you now have nothing to play your tapes with!
A mysterious man sends you a package full of every Doctor Who DVD released in the UK. Unfortunately, they all contain secret subliminal messages that turn you into a right-wing political activist that happens to hate Doctor Who and all the "liberal hogwash" that it stands for.
I wish there was a form of sweetner that wasn't bad for the human brain.
Granted! It's actually the greatest mobile service ever too, the envy of iPod owners everywhere. Unfortunately, somehow you're the only person that managed to get in on the beta for the project and everyone around you now hates you for having superiour stuff to what they've got.
[Unless you're lucky enough to know people RL that aren't materialistic, in which case, I wish for your RL friends. ;p]
I wish Gothic III was out already. I want to take on Dinosaurs with a wooden sword!
Pepsi now has a miraculous chemical in it which repairs and whitens teeth! Huzzah! Unfortunately, a few months later it's also found that mass consumption of this chemical can render people impotent. Oops.
[Wait, is this a bad thing?]
I wish for more of the folks I know to end up in City of Heroes!
Granted! However due to the british slang that Rowne sometimes used you get highly offended and scared. After gaining protection from a witness relocation program you begin to wond/er where things went wrong and all you can do is muble about ""a whole lot of fah-laming".
I wish the rest of guys out ther didn't give the nices ones a bad name.
Granted! Nice guys have such a good name they get all the women! Unfortunatly the brits figure this out too. Their population booms and they try to take over the world! Now since all the nice guys got such a good name, all the "mean" guys lost their jobs (including military ones) and the entire war is a strange mix of "sissy fights" and "You, Sir, Stop! ... Or I'll say "Stop" again! In the end we all have bad teeth....
I wish the computer science department at my university didn't suck so much.
You find the Knight Templar's treasure! You find it to hold immeasurable knowledge. In order to learn as much as you can from it, you sequester yourself away from civilization on a deserted island somewhere in the Pacific for a number of years where you quickly become the smartest person to ever live. When you emerge from your social hibernation, you find that the world has suffered from a great war and much knowledge was lost. The most advanced societies present on Earth barely rival the 'technology' of the Dark Ages. When you try to publish your knowledge, religious leaders have you executed for heresy.
I wish sunrise was at the same time all around the world so there would be no need for time zones as they are damn confusing. Or maybe I just wish to never have a problem with time zones...
Granted! However, most geeks stay up at night anyway due to the simple fact that global warming has heated up the average day temperature so much that it's not good for their pores or the machines that they work with. In fact, so many geeks have switched their efforts over to the darker side of the 24-hour cycle that most businesses opening times have reversed, opening at PM and closing at AM. This creates a massive divide in the World and eventually they decide to call this divide; time-zones.
I wish that Doom Bee would stop buzzing around my open PC, lest my PC's many fans shall smite it and possibly worse things could happen.