Corrupt a wish!

Granted, you are know a pirate, but fondamentalist christian, muslim, and jew are hunting you for being a priest of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.

I was that the Flying Spaghetti Monster was really tasty.

 

Granted, it tastes like Belgium Fries ;)

I wish for a jiggly puff ;)

 

Wish Granted, but as no one knows what a jiggly puff is, you are now a fluffy dog ball, forever getting slobbered on.
I wish I know what a jiggly puff actually is

 

Granted. You were forced to learn all 648 Pokémon by playing all the games, every movie, every show, every live show, etc.

I wish the dog would turn into a mecha dog!

 

Granted, the dog is now a mecha dog. Unfortunately, there is no place in this mecha dog for a battery cell.

I wish that Grimwaltz is not dead.

 

Granted. He is now undead, and eats your brains.

I want a bison burger in-game.

 

Granted, now you can get a bison burger. Problem is that you have to uprgrade it from a demolition workshop. As it is considered as griefing and is only buildable with hacking, you are permaban.

I wish that someone make a wish for me that will only corrupt his own life.

 

Granted, I made you a wish that will only corrupt my own life, except I made you the wish, but I didn't give it to you.:)

I wish for the ability to speak brazilian. (Darn Brazil servers. )

 

Granted, but the Brazilian servers start to speak in a strange code that only native brazilian speakers know.

I wish for an apocalypse.

 

Granted, there was an apocalypse that began and ended with you and only you dying. It lasted 20 seconds.

Then time-traveling space cows restored the world to its pre-apocalyptic state and made sure it never happened,
by editing the future. However, you remain dead because time-traveling space cows didn't like you, and murdered you the exact time the apocalypse would have began.

I wish to be unbanned.

 

Wish granted, however, you are already perma-banned and thus not amount of wishes can ever remove the ban.

I wish for a on top of a hill with a million captive 's as my army.

 

Granted, you now own a on top of a hill with a million captive 's as your army. However, you are already dead and thusly the captive 's were freed at random.

I wish time-traveling space cows would edit the past so that I never had been banned.

 

Wish granted. However, as we all know, cows aren't that bright. The time-traveling cows warp back in time a bit too far and end up in the wall of a then-present building and are insta-gibbed. The flying body parts kill you instead, and since you're now dead and unable to make that wish, a paradox occurs and magma floods the world.

I wish for a on top of a hill with a million captive 's as my army.

 

Granted, you now own a on top of a hill with a million captive 's as your army. However, you are already dead and thusly the captive 's were freed at random. There is now a and a on a hill, and the takes over the .

I wish time-traveling space cows were smarter.

 

Granted, the time-traveling space cows are smarter.
This time, they avoid the building entirely but end up warping on top of your head, crushing your feeble skull with the weight of 1200 pound mooing semi-intelligent beef patty falling from the sky. You are still dead, but hey, the cow is still alive and grazing the grass around your limp body.

I wish for s that could be attached to s so I could snipe some and have them explode if the arrow didn't kill them.

 

Granted, but you ran out of 's and 's, and, as the migrants are annoyed at you for attempting to kill them, they attached a to a and shoot you with it. You gib, and your body fertilises the grass around the time-traveling space cows.

I wish for a time-traveling space cow as a pet.

 

Granted. However, it time travels all the time and only ever stays in your time period to crap on your lawn. '
I wish I could attach s to s so I could have shrapnel as well as the explosive force of s.

 

Granted.


I wish I had a Ak-47.

 

Granted.
It's haunted and shoots you in the head.

I wish my time-traveling cow poo will make a good fertiliser, so I could sell it and get rich.

 

Granted, your time-traveling cow poo made a good fertiliser, unfortunatly, it looped into a wormhole and sucked all your fortunes with it.

I wish for a durable anti rain mechanism.