Genies are known for their trickery in which they will technically grant a wish but then there are consequences to that wish being granted. A classic example is that somebody will wish for a million dollars, but then we find out the million dollars is stolen from banks.
So, let's take a turn at being those tricky genies, in a way - because we have the internet and imagination (yeah, the wishes, consquences and conditions can get VERY SILLY)!
The beginning poster posts a wish. The person that posts under it grants the wish, but they put in the part that isn't wanted. That person then also puts their own wish and the game continues.
It might look something like this.
Pen:
I wish I had a million dollars.
Simons Mith:
Granted, but the million dollars is stolen from banks.
I wish I never had to pay another utility bill.
Rak:
Granted, but now you live on a boat with pirates.
I wish I had eyes in the back of my head.
And on it goes . . .
So, I'll start with my wish. I wish that I would never get too cold, no matter the temperature.
You may then have uncanny intuition into the physical world but the dross of popular culture would irritate the piss out of you and overall you would not be a happy man.
I'm sick of hitting bum notes so I wish I were a great, instinctive, technically impeccable musician.
[Raak] there's a bit of obsessing about cryptocurrencies going on there, no? Is there anything you want to talk about? To do with the MtGox exchange failure, perhaps?
No problem; just eliminate everything that causes allergies. Grass and tree pollen, dust mites, animal dander, food, insect bites, medicines, latex, mould, household chemicals... Wait a minute, was that 'food' in the list? Oh, whoops. Oh well, at least when we all starve to death no-one will have a runny nose.
[SM] All of your new wishes are more wishes for more wishes. They multiply at such an enormous, and enormously accelerating rate that soon almost the entirety of creation consists of wishes, and the universe we know is but an unimaginably small pinprick of dust in that incomprehensible vastness. The wishes evolve sentience and speculate on the origins of their universe. The real story becomes so improbable that our universe blinks out of existence.
Granted! His name is Gavin, he's nestled blissfully across your sofa and won't be moving anytime in the foreseeable future. Keep the beer and snacks coming eh? Hidden textMy kids and I play a variant of this game called Useless Superpowers, so it's things like: You can fly, but only 1cm from the ground.
I wish I could go back in time and advise my younger self on life matters and possibly lottery numbers.
You can now go back and talk to your former self, but the only advice you can give is about which flowers you should've looked at more closely and which lottery numbers won at SOME POINT, but you don't know when that happened.
I wish that broken bones healed immediately rather than taking months to heal.
Granted, but watch out that you actually set the bones into all the right places to start with otherwise you end up looking like an exhibit in the Turner prize.
I wish I could have a device which automatically senses and destroys total knobheads.
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