You get your wishes, but you didn't noticed a clause in the contract that says that for every granted wish a random person on earth die for cardiac arrest.
I wish I could have a mini-star that produces free energy, and corporations all over the world pay me for taking part of it.
The universe is not required to be in perfect harmony with human ambition.
laiod, you should reply to / corrupt the wish in the post above, then enter your own. See the first post and also how other people are participating.
@Billy Mayes: You are granted the lamp. As with classical genie lamps, it must be rubbed with bare hands for the genie to be awaken, who will then grant one wish, one time use only. However, the lamp is polished with a potent neurotoxin that renders one catatonic in 0.9 seconds and death follows shortly thereafter. Good luck.
I wish my body could produce an analogue for the Meissner effect, but for gravitational field and at room temperature.
Granted. You produce a gravitational Meinssner effect so strong that every atom repels from you and you end up dying due to lack of a breathable atmosphere. Also, turns out that every atom inside your body is attracted to the very center due to extremely high gravitational forces (every action has an equal or opposite reaction, in this case, opposite) which end up killing you and turning your body into a black hole.
I wish for me to write out Graham's number without my brain collapsing into a black hole, also I have infinite paper and infinite ink.
Best of luck!
Commander Shepard of the SSV Normandy, reporting for duty.
[OT] Dang, that wish was so corrupted I got killed twice. [/OT]
*sparkle, rainbow, chimes go off* Your wish is granted. Graham's number fills your thoughts and you grab your refillable pen. Your brain does not collapse into a black hole. To grant infinite ink and paper, your local space-time is uniformly filled with these materials at high density, with the edge of the magical wish-granting wave expanding outward at the speed of light. In short order, the pressure at the center of this massive and ever-expanding sphere of paper and ink crushes you and everything else on the planet, finally collapsing into a black hole. The outer edges continue to expand despite this core collapse, birthing a new paper-ink universe devoid of life, and most tragically, no one to think of or write out Graham's number.
Good job.
I wish I could have flawless typing skills at 120WPM.
*DRUMS POUND* DOVAHKIIN, DOVAHKIIN! You have the power of the voice! However, dragons, word walls, graybeards, mages, alchemists, etc do not exist. You have no way to develop your powers or acquire cool equipment. Also, you are repeatedly mugged by incompetent thieves and assassins.
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