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Post by wstevens on Sept 19, 2010 11:33:08 GMT
Wish granted however you find yourself as a group entity that are wannabee Kiss protagonists such as these (you really must get the specifics right)
After a few weeks of gravelling with your voice and a few smashed up guitars later you find that you have musical diffferences and go to a sanitorium where you are diagnosed with schizophrenia. You find yourself sharing a room with someone else. This person is jumping up and down on the bed flapping their arms and making squarking noises and braying like a donkey - you find being Immortal is not what it is cut out to be and try your hand at being Take That.
I wish I could find a new earth like planet.
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Post by Davinder on Sept 19, 2010 12:49:28 GMT
Wish granted, but the human race has now made contact with the Centari earlier than they should have. Humanity is galvanized and unite under the banner of Earth-gov with it's 'ongoing mission to explore strange new worlds, to seal out new lifeforms and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone b.......' (I've been advised to stop there due to legal reasons).
During this 'ongoing mission' they come across a race called the Minbari and inevitably due to a misunderstanding the Earth/Minbari began, but at the battle of the line, Jeffrey Sinclair hasn't been born yet and the human race was extinguished. !!!!!Babylon 5 never existed!!!!!
I wish the holocaust never happened (ooo corrupt that, i dare you).
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Post by wstevens on Sept 19, 2010 21:40:12 GMT
Wish granted - due to various contracts not being signed in 1978 the Holocaust series never happened - so the talents of Meryl Streep, James woods , Ian Holm and the oddly named Joseph Bottoms were never realised then. However due to recasting and a few space hopping civil servants flaunting reconditioned contracts - the series went ahead in 1979. Phew - did I pass? (ps no more stuff like that eh?) I wish that all goalkeepers were this confident
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Post by Davinder on Sept 23, 2010 18:32:23 GMT
wish granted, but now all goalkeepers pay is dependent on how many goals they let in. (and if it's a clean sheet they get a £2,000,000 bonus)
they become paranoid, and stay at the goal line even after the game has finished in order to maintain there clean sheets.
and so strikers are no longer the highest payed players in football and no-one wants to be them, so the 'beautiful game' is canceled for being so boring.
I wish I had a twin linked assault cannon mounted on my car
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Post by wstevens on Sept 23, 2010 19:15:25 GMT
wish granted however your cannon is made from a heavy titanium alloy and has been fused with conducting wires to the brains of these www.lowculture.com/archives/images/twinscycle2.jpg guys. Consequently your Rover mini undercarriage sparks outrageously with friction as it rolls into attack at a top speed of 3mph - go mini go! Fed up with this you part exchange this for a Delorean which just happened to come onto the market. You look at the contract of sale and you are puzzled by one stipulation that you have to wear the owner's loin cloth. You shrug you shoulders and sign.... Wish I all people were kind
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Post by Davinder on Sept 23, 2010 21:44:06 GMT
wish granted, but now everyone is all kind and good-willed, all war stops and crime plummets until it's non-existent, - people even stop littering.
As a result all cleaners, 98% of the police force,weapons technicians, soldiers and anyone else connected to the military or the production and distribution of weapons and there ammunition all get made redundant and claim benefits from there governments. This is too much for the economy to handle and there respective governments borrows to much money in order to pay for the benefits and we go back into recession. (which is even worse than the last one, if thats even possible) Theres not enough money to go around and some families are starving (Warren how could you, think of the children!), SOMETHING has to be done! As if by some miracle a Delorean arrives on the white house lawn, and a man by the name of Leonidas stepped out crying like a girl, having lost a game of cards. He looks around and is horrified by what he sees, this is not the Spartan way he thinks to himself, and goes up to the president and kick him out of the oval office (sorry guys he couldn't find a well) and declares himself president and starts world war 3.
I wish that i was the president of the assassins guild.
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Post by wstevens on Sept 26, 2010 0:12:59 GMT
Wish granted however as you keep changing your wishes your tenure to the presidency is very precarious. Everybody thinks you are going to change your mind every second and being indecisive in such a job attracts unwanted attention from your underlings. You have to wear mirrors on your shoes to check the underside of your delorean for signs of wiring, you take litmus paper to the bathroom, and throw a cabbage through your doorway before entering your domicile. The latter proved your suspicions as the innocent cabbage was guillotined in half. Its seems everybody has lost confidence in you and now you have the RSPCV after you. You stop eating and drinking as paranoia creeps in and you take great steps in security when you move to a secret location. However living underneath that famous tower in Paris is really not the best ..... oops sorry! I wish I discovered the biggest medical breakthrough known to Man.
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Post by Davinder on Sept 26, 2010 12:39:20 GMT
wish granted, You now become Alexander Fleming, who having accidentally discovered penicillin from an experiment contaminated by mold. But alas, you are not a chemist and are unable to isolate the 'active antibacterial element'. So in 1929 you write a paper on your findings, which did not garner any scientific interest. You many have discovered 'it', but you are unable to implement 'it'.
I wish that Dethkoptas didn't exist, because in my last game against 'number1jon' it took 600pts worth of units, 2 turns to kill 1 of these, which only had 1 wound left. damm those (Kr)orks.
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Post by darkangel1(Darrell) on Sept 27, 2010 18:45:57 GMT
wish granted however becouse you spent so much time trying to destroy the kopters you failed to spot the hoarde of grots making a new home in your tomb now with thousands of grots infesting your tomb its only a matter of time before before they begon to get into da'werkins of you metal guys
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Post by Davinder on Sept 27, 2010 19:45:38 GMT
Wish granted, but then i corrupt the wish you where going to make so well your brains explode!!!
I wish that I had a triple-barreled shot gun
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Post by wstevens on Sept 27, 2010 22:49:17 GMT
Wish granted however you have too much to drink one night and decide to wabbit hunting (even though its duck season), you trip and the triple barreled shot gun goes off accidently blowing your brains out.... meanwhile a few grots have congregated and are now prodding and stirring what remains around with a stick into the soil. They take the triple barreled shot gun and go hunting duck - after all it is duck season. I wish I could paint wargaming miniatures quickly and expertly. (d'ya really think I would leave you with the word "models"?)
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Post by Davinder on Sept 28, 2010 11:30:45 GMT
@warren: i know i would have wished for the 'models'. (said Davinder with a cheeky grin!)
wish granted, with your new found painting skills you go out and buy the Island of Blood box set and paint the griffin beautifully. Realizing the potential money making opportunity you have here, you place the griffin on Ebay and it goes for £1000. The next day you go to work and tell your boss (in not so polite a manner) that you quit, and go home to get started on your new business venture. A few models in though you begin to notice that your hands are shaking slightly and go to the doctors, where he diagnoses you with arthritis. You go home and inspect the latest models you have painted and notice big blobs of paint and smear marks. You figure your painting career is over and attempt to get your old job back, but fail miserably (not least because of those comments you made about your boss mother and her *Cough* Backside). Realizing the mess you have created in your life, you shout at the top of your lungs in typical film fashion NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! till you run out of breath and fall unconscious.
I wish i had 3 more wishes.
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Post by wstevens on Sept 28, 2010 22:42:03 GMT
Wishes granted however as you did not specify what you wanted to do them they have disppeared back into the genie's bottle in a puff of smoke and you realise that you have to go to weekly meetings at the G.A. (Greediholics anonymous) where you stand up and say " hello my name is Davinder, I have been non-greedy for x amount of days x amount of hours etc... " I wish that life could be easier without arthiritis.
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Post by Davinder on Sept 29, 2010 19:31:31 GMT
wish granted, you are sent to 'Mad Dok Grotsnik' to receive the 'cure' to arthritis in exchange for payment, (2 teeth, - i bargain right) you accept his terms and lie down on the surgical table. only after you've been strapped down does the Dok tell you what his 'cure' entails. the removal of both your arms from the shoulders and both legs from the hip, and any other joints where you feel pain. He also demands extra payment for the use of his 'Urty syringe' and Dok tools and helps himself to the rest of your teeth (strapped down, mouth wedged open, your not really in a position to argue!) He sends you home with a coupon for a 50% discount on any future treatments (how generous). Life has become very simple and easy for you now, as you no longer have to do anything for yourself.
I wish for a pile of awesomeness.
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Post by wstevens on Oct 6, 2010 19:23:43 GMT
Wish granted however again you have been thwarted by the twister of wishes - you have been given the most awesome pile in the world and to be perfectly honest I was feeling very generous and gave you loads more! Having difficulty in sitting down and even wearing underpants now your only remedy is this - www.pilesadvice.co.uk/symptoms.html its either that or a trip down to "Mad Dok Grotsnik's" surgery again but his 'urty syringe doesn't look that comfortable for your wish. Ha ha! I wish the time given for a doctor's appointment was kept and you didn't wait about for another hour - oh and not Mad Dok's as he sees you before you want to see him!
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