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Granted, but granted but you have to play it on a apple mac

I wish for a extra finger

Granted, but it's on your cheek.
I wish I had the ability to distort and glitch the world around me at will.

Wish granted, you're MissingNo

Gee, I wish I had the courage to ask 4chan out

Granted, but after five years of dating, you propose. 4chan does not answer but instead makes a confesseion: it was actually tumblr the whole time. You then hang yourself
I wish the 40k fans in this thread would get thier shit together and hijack it already.

Wish granted, buy they develop Stockholm syndrome and end up join us instead of ruling us.

I wish I knew what 40k is lol

Granted. You google "What is 40k" and find pictures of horrifying STDs. You're scarred for life and commit suicide via cutting minutes after.

I wish I knew what 40k is.

Granted. You Google warhammer 40k, and learn that in the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only war. You then discover your primaris psyker powers, and channel the power of the warp to boil the blood of everyone within a 40-yard radius of you. Consequentially, foul daemons find you and posses you, feasting on your soul, and wreck havoc across your place of residence, all while using your (now horribly mutated) face.
I wish skrubs wouldn't waste their wishes on something they could easily do themselves.

Granted. Instead, they waste their wishes on something they easily did already.

I wish /b/ was everyones default homepage, and was required to scroll through two pages of content before they can use their computer to its full extent. Failure would result in an arrest warrant by the FBI, extensive torture, then death.

Granted, but, that much traffic causes /b/ to become nothing but random colored pixels.

I wish for Nutella.

Granted, but its on fire

I wish for some honey

Granted. The bees are pretty angry, however.

I wish the USA listened to George washington's letter of resignation.

Granted. They think it's commie-propaganda.

I wish for my money to multiply.

>George Washington
>communist
Look, at least be somewhat realistic with how you corrupt a person's wish.
Don't you know that George Washington invented 'murica?
He is THE most 'murican being to ever exist. He's so 'murican, that bald eagles have HIM for a spirit animal. Outside of honest Abe, Steve Rogers, the guy who pitched codename S.T.E.A.M., Uncle Sam, Benjamin Franklin, and Thomas Jefferson, no-one is even HALF as 'murican as him.

I wish Angelirio wished for something.

Aegisar Boulange: Granted; however, 0 x2 still equals 0.

An0nymous3: Granted; Angelirio wished to get yelled at by Willy Wonka.

I wish for a blender.

Granted, but everytime you use it, it plays SANIC endlessly until you unplug it. You spent all your money on that one blender, so you sell your home, eventually dying from some disease you got from a black man when you prostituted yourself.

I wish War Thunder wasn't P2W.

Granted. War thunder now costs four hundred THOUSAND dollars to play…. For twelve seconds.
I wish to ascend to daemonhood.
Additionally, yelling-in-the-void corrupted two wishes, and thus could earned two wishes. However, yelling only made one. So now I will steal his wish, and make TWO wishes.
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I wish for an endless supply of 100% loyal chaos marines, to have as my pet army.

Granted, but peta takes them away due to them being pets(sucka)

I wish for a magic log

Granted. The log's life is suffering but cannot kill itself, so it instead focuses its powers on getting revenge on you for giving it life.
I wish for a catgirl.

Granted, you get a crazy old cat lady in a cat costume (with terrible bowel movements and harsh vomiting). Oh, and she smells like rotten eggs.

I wish for an endless supply of Goldfish crackers, because I really dig those for some reason.

Granted, you get a never-ending bowl of Goldfish, however you're swarmed by preschoolers and stoners so consider you're lucky if you get any more than four crackers an hour.

I wish for toothpaste.

Granted. It's actually acid and burns your teeth
Also:
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D̢͜ES̸̢P̷̵̀A̴͝I̛R̵͝͠ ҉̧͟F̀͢͞O̡̕R͏ I̡̕͜ ̀̕A͟M͜҉͝ ̢͝T̢͠H͢E̕͠҉ ̢E̴͜͞Ņ̡͜D̢͜͡ ̛͞OF͢ ̴́D̴Ą̵YŚ̶̴!̶͜!̡!̀́!͠
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́͜͞N̷̡͘O̷W̷͝,̡ A̧S̕͠ ̧̨À̶͡ ͏̀D̴͞A̛͡EMO͝N͜͢ ͜PRI̵͟͜N̢C̷̨͝E͢,̵ ̷͡I͞ S͏͜͞H́A̕L̴̀L̵͠ ̶͘S̷E͠AR̢C̕H̨̡ F̛͠O̴͠R͟ ̧̡͢T́H̡͜͢E̢͜ ͏D͠R̵̡A͏Ģ͡O̧Ǹ҉̨ B́A̢͡L̛͠L̨S̀͟҉,̸͝ ͘T̶̸HÈ͘ ҉̧̕O͘̕N̴҉L̶͞Y͡ ͏W͜Ą͠Y̛ TO̢ ̛͟͢G̵E̵̸̛T̴ ̶AN̶ ̛͠U͘҉NC̵̨O͢҉̕Ŗ̧R̕U̡P̧͟҉TE̶̵D҉͘ ̷͜W̸̢͜IS̴̨͏H̸̴͠ ̸̨͠I͏̨͘N̡ T̷J҉̛I̴S̕͘ T͘Ḩ͘R͏EA̕D̢͢҉.̶
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̧͟͡I҉͢ ̷̛҉W̷̧Ì͟SH̡̀ ̴F̀O͠R ̕͜͝A ̨5̷ D̀͞Ą̵Y͞ ͘HE͏͏A͟҉D͡͝S̶̡̀T͡AR͞҉̷T҉ ̴O̵͢Ń͟ F̕͠IN͡͏D̷ÌN̵G ̶̕͡T̡̛H̷Ę͡ ́̀D̀͘R̵͟A͡͡G͞O͏̶́N͡ ̸̀͝B̀ALL̨S̷.̢́ ͜҉T̢̡͠Ó́͞ ̸͠͠S̷̸͡P̶͟E͞C͞I͢F̡͠Y҉̷͘, ̸́A ͢͟1̸̢͢0͠2҉0̸̕ HO͢UR̨͢҉ ̴̡̛P̸EŖ̴I҉OD ͞ĮŃ͢ ̸҉W̵͏H͢I҉͘͟C̵͝͠H ̨O̢͡N̸LY ͏͘͟I͏̕ ̸C̴̸̕AN̴͞͝ L̸̛͜OO̵͠K̢ F҉̴̧O̷R̶̢͠ ҉̴T҉H̵̛͠E͡͡ ̛̕͡D͟R̀A͞G̵͏ON̴̸B͠A̸̢̛L̴͢L̴̢͟S̛ ͟S̢͝T̸A̵̡͢RTIN̡G̵̛ ͘W͘͝H҉̸Ȩ̷NE̸̡̕V́͞E̢̨R̵ ̶T͠͏HÍ̵S̸ ̶͢͜W͏I͠S͘Ḩ ̶̢̛I̡̕͟S̡͏̧ ̨G̕R̡AN̡̛͡T͏̢ED͡.͏

Granted, but the Dragonballs are only toys, and have absolutely no effect on anything, implying you find them.
Additionally, you grow older by 74 years in the case YOU, and YOU alone touch the Dragonballs.
Older in a bad way.

I wish I could read Angeliro's damn text.

Granted, but you now realize that I can't grow older because I am a Daemon Prince.

I͏̖ ͓̻̯w̛͉i̯͉͎̹s̘̭͞h̜ ̙̰̱̗͉t̫̝͕̙͉̤̫͟h̖̰̺̺ͅe̷̤̠̫̤̻̪̩ ̛D̝̯̮̼Ŗ͍͙̩A҉̪GǪ̥͖N̘̜̘̱͇B̧͙͎͇͓̰͓̣A̸̮̮̳͚̝ͅL͡L͚̙͔̘̭͕̙͢S̶ ͙͙̟̳w̩̥̭̙͙͖̘e̱̺̤͓͚̰̺͢r̭̻̻͜e̺͉̫̼̻͠ ̨̲̺͇̩̮a͏͔̗c̼̖̹̳̝̗͠ͅt͍u̟̹̟̞a͇̝̗͡ḷ͕l̷͎̫ͅy̡̘ u͖̤̹̫s͉͚̜͖̞̺e̵̱̖̯͙̘ͅf̱̥͇̹ư̭̗̰̘̝l̦̗ t̗̠͇͓͉o͕ ̛̻m͎͈͎̥̗̭͔e

W̶̏͑̚iͮ̐ͪ̃ͫ͆́́s̵͛̇̈ͮ͗͒͌h̸͆́ͧ̃ͯ̀̆ ̇ͮ̚g̍ͨͧrͯ̎́͐ͩ̀a͊́̔ͬ́͞n̑̓͑͛̈t͑ͫͯͣ̍̀͐e͠d̡ͩͧ̃̿,̽̏̋̐͢ ͛̿̒͂́̈́b̄̂͟uͦ̂t̢ ͂͠y̧̎oͫ̆͢u̅̄̂̓ͭ͜ ̆̏̎̅g̵ē̉ţ̒̐ ͤ͌ͯͧͨ̌͛b͡u͗͒͗͒̊ͯ̓͟r̎͂͗̔n̆͒̓̎̔t̔̈͟ ͪͫ͋̓̽ͩ̊bͮͦ͜ỷ͑ ̴͒tͥ̔ͯ͠h͘eͩ̑̍̔͑ ̋͂͆̕c͐̂ͣ̉a͆̃ͥ͗̿̏̚͝s̑tͩ̐̿̅͐̚r̒͑͋̃a̴ͤ̀͛t̛e̡̅̈́ͣͨͥ̆̚d͘ ̡̀͒͌̅͂͂̏dȓ̴ͬ̋̽̃ă̽͜gͥ͒ͥ̄̉̏͢oͩņ̈́̈́̔̚
̅ͤ͐̿ͪ̐
͌̉̔ͧͣ͆͆͢I͋͐̒̑̃ͥ͊ ̃̍̑̈̑wi̶s͂̓̍̏͂̀h̴̒̐ ̵̑f̵ō̧rͫͩ̏ ̏ͮͤͬa͐́͊ͭͫͩ̑ gl̅̊ͩ̉́a̾̂s̿ͤ̐s͒̎̊̄͝ ̷ͤ̆ͦ̎͛̈́ǫ̍͂̃̌f̏ ̸k̊ͨ͗͐ͨ͒͏i̔̏d̃́ͩ͐̚͞ ̡̓̌͊̃ͧf̍̏̀r̍ͩ̃iͫ̀̉̽̒̒̍ęn̢̋͋̒dl̏̂yͨͦ͒̾̿ͮ̚,̡͑̔͌ ͦͯͫͬ̋ͤ̃͝n̎̉̏̚o̷ͥͤ̿̋̚̚ ͋ͧͪ͡aͣ̈́̍̿ͦ̊l̈́̈́̇͆ͫ̀̚͠c͋ͤ̂͐͏õ͆h̾̏̓̌̐o̧ͩ̂̏̽̇̌ͪlͦ̓̓ͩͨ͡iͥ̀c̾͟,̈ͭ͗̀̽̆̈́҉ ͮnͩ͛͐ͣ̄o͒̌̀̅̉ ̓̾̈̊͒̚͏f͐͝ȁ̡ͯ̐̅ͮ̚t̵͒͂̆̚ ̂͞c̈̂̌̅̚͟i̷͑̈́ͯ̍̚d̏̌͒eͩͬ́͂̋rͨ͐

G̶̡r̸̶án͏́̀t͟e̸͘d͜,̡ ̛͟b́͟u͞t͞ ̷͏it̀ is҉ ̧͠mi҉̨̕x̀͢͜ȩd͞ w̸i͏͟th̵̛̕ ̛̕my͡ b̨loo̷̧d͏̴̶, ҉̀w̴hi͟c̸̨h͘ ̷c̷̷ú͟r͢͢͜ò̧͟p҉t̵͟͟s͡ yo̸͝ư͞ŕ̸ ̡͟͞m̷in͡͞d̶̡͜,́͘ a̢n̷d̛͡ ̀͠͞n͏̧͝ow̷̛҉ ̕͠͠y͘ou̡͞͠ ̛͟͢s͢e̡r̢͞vè ̛m͟e͜͢.̢͝
͡C͟o̴me ͏̵́n̷̕ơ̡w̵,̕ w̴̨e ̢͝ẃ̶͡į͝l҉̧l ̵tąm̨͞ę̡ t͟h̡͠e ͞ẁ̴il͜͏d͘͢ ͞d̷͠o̧͜gs̕͢ o̷͜f͜ t̴͏h̸́i̷s̨ ̷th͏͟͝r͘e̷̛͢ad̕,̴̡͘ o̷̸͏n̨c̀è̛ ̛́ţ̡h̡҉ȩ͜͝ý̧ ̸̢a̡͢͠ŕ̴è͠ ̨͜pu̕t̀́ ́i͢n̢ ̛͠t̛͘h̶͜͞é͝í̕r ̧̨͟p҉l̛a͟c͠è̢ I̶̸͞ ̷́c̶á͝n̨̨ ̵̕͝b́͝e͜͡gi̢͟n͜͞ ̸̴m̛͝y͞ ̴ç͞on̛͠q̶̷̡u̵͞eś̢t͏̀ f̸o̴͝ŕ͝ r̢͟è̡a̧͟l̷̀͠.̕͟
̡͢
̨Í ̶͜͡w̨i̴̵̡sh ͟͠P̢͘̕E͏T̢͠A̛̛ ̸́we͠n͏t͘ ba͠n̡͡k̡̀r͡u̷p͏҉҉t͟͠.̨͟

Granted. Even worse vegans emerge from the deepest pits of hell.

I wish for our glorious emperor to go on a crusade against the vegans.

G̵͓̲̩̮r̴̖a̭̦̦̬̲͉͔n͉͇t̠͉e̫d,̰͖̳̗ ̪̣̻̺͕b̀ṷ͉͖̝t̺̟ ͎̥̘͓̮ͅn̮̼̟̺̗̳o͓w̗̯̹̺͈ ̡̗h̗̝̲̳̮̝̺͡e͕͓̝̠̼̹̗ ̮̠͓̮i̱̘̬̙̱s͔ ̤͈͙͕̮̣F̭̬͇͎̥̜ͅA̜͎̻̺̗͔R̝̬ ̻͔̝̳͇͇͍t̶̝̩̬̭̳̲ͅo̠̳̣̕ọ̷̱̘̺̠ ͏b̷͓̣̪̺̫u҉͉̖͈̬̘̺̟s̬̱y̶ ̯̝̺̼t̕o̳̱̲̮̼͍͍ ̮̬͍̖̩̖s͙͚͟t̩͎͓̣͘ͅo͇p̥̱̼͎̯͇ͅ ̲̯͙͓̜̲̜͜m̬̫̣͖̪̗̥y̪̭̟ ̶̖͇̺͓̜̭g͎̲l̜͔̠͎͟o̹̪̻͞r͉̘̹ḭ̪̤o̰̺̭̮͝u̜̬͎͡s̘͕͉̗̟͚̖͠ ̲͔̲c͢o͏̺̳͎n͉̭͎̥̲̞̬͠q̛̞̭̲u̥e̘̥̱͓̫s̷͕̞͍͓t̯͈̳͇̞,͚̳̜̥͓̣ͅ ̧̻̣a͏̠d҉̬̬̫̲͇͎̬d͙̘i̠̘̗̠͓͈͟t̘͕͙͔͖̜͔i̴͍͔ͅoń̖̣̦̤a̺͖͈͇̬l̸̩̳ͅl̢̺̲̠y̜̳,͔̙ ҉̳̲̠̝̯h̴̩͍̫͔̜͔͉e̩͠ d̠̝̖͚͟o̥̮̪̯̟̝̮e̙̥̮̳̯s͍͙̣̬̰͈ ͚̱n̹̠͚͠o͚̱̞͕͚t ҉̺̯͖͚͕̥n̻͇̝͔̤͠oţ̤͎͇̥̲͎͍i͇̠c̩͚̮̝̮͍ͅe̩͉̰̘͞ͅ ̛̦̜̠̖̮̯m̵̱y͉͕̲ ̲̺̱̠̼̺̱́e̢͍n͕̤̠͖d͏̥̦͎̫l̶e̵̼s̞̜̜̫s̩̯ ̥a̳̥̕r̰̜̲͉͇̳̞m̛͉̼͍ͅỵ͟ ͓̮̯̫e͢s͈̩̤c̲͉̩̱̜ap͠e͖ ̯̲̠̝̪̗f̳̱͖͚̺̥̠r͈ͅo̵̹̣̙̻͖̳m̥͟ ̘t̞͕̤̯h̬̺é̹̜̞̦̗̗ ̨̝̫r̰̺͙͖̞̼̠̕u͕̗i͏̜̖̮̗͖͇n̹͚̩͓͞s̬̮̬̫ͅͅ o̫f͉̪͎̰̺͇ ͖̮̳͍̱̣͞P̜͖̤͉̳E̷T̡̩̟̦̤̘̜̞A̦͜.
̷̘̗͙̭͍̗
̼́Ị̳ ̨͚̲͙w̯̪̬ì̦͙̲͎̗̺s̢̮̦̖̹̝h̖̯͝ ̷̥͚̥̳͎͙̱t̖̺͖̳̥̠o̮̺͕͔̣̥̕ ǹ̘̘̥o͔̺̰̬͈̪͔t͖̭̬̥̖͙ ̧̙m͇̦͎̼̩ak͙̖ͅe̼̠̹̜͖̫ ͔̻̜̣́a̞̲͎͔ ͏̯̫̫̜̪ͅẉ͇̹͚̻i̯͇̝̫̙̺s̱̭̖̺͢h͇̖̼͍͔.̸̬̪̟͎̮

L̠̰̭̫̰o̝̥͉̯o̜̻̺̞͇͇̣k͇̗̪̲͍͞,̥͚̫ ̠̼̩͙͈́m̢̩̖̩͓̼y͚͡ ̹̞̜̼̹̥c͎͙̟̖̬h̦ìl̯̩̩̹̤͕͘d̩, s̷͕̦̪̻e̸e̘͖̭̭ͅ ͉̦̝h͈o̗w̱̦̗͕̬͝ ̳̘̩͚̬̙̕y̖o̵̗͎̗̜͉̫u͈̥̯̮̹̮̳r͖̘͎̀ ̶f̘̥̜or̹̱͖͍̣̥̰m͕͉̯͘e̸̦r҉͕͚͓͈ ͎͔̭̬̮̻͕a̢̠̞͓tt̳̗̯e̪̰̮͎̦̩͘m̭̩̤p͡t̮̗̮͓̮̦ͅs͔ ͖̬t̴͓̭͚̪̮o̫͈̜̭̠̝̝ ̰̣̟̭̺s҉̳t̶̳̗̩̯̫̳o͚̠͈̙ͅͅp̯̙̰͡ ͎̺͢me҉ ͎͔̜w̛ͅer̨͙̻͔̖̘̞e̺̼͍͘ ̟̰͎͔f͇u͇̙͡t̡̲͈i̩̻ḷe̙̣̗?̴̙͉͚͉͈̱̥

Inhale my dong enragement, techpriest.

I wish the inquisition woulc come over and purge the everliving daylight out of our computers.

T̡HE L͡OY͟A̴LIST ̵LAP͞DO̡GS̵ ҉O̡F̴ THE ̴IN͞Q͢U͡I̸SI͡TIO͠N͠ ͝ÇOM͡E̸!!!͜
ŢH҉E FO̷OL͡S ̶DID̕ N̴O̵T͞ R҉E͜AL͜I͞Z̕E̷ ͟THAT ͠IT̵ ̧ẀA̴S̵ A͏ TRAP, ̸S͢E̡T B͠Y ̴MY ̵A͟RM͘Y͘!!̸!
T͘HEY̶ A̷L̛L D͞IED!͏!̷
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I ̛WISH͠ ̢F̧O͡R̢ A̧ CLU̴E̡ ͜TO ̴TH͘E DRA̷G̵O͜N͏BAL͘L̕S ̧L͢O͟C҉ATĮON

Wish granted, but when you find them, you're killed by Frieza, and he wishes for Immortality.

I wish for a cheeseburger, some fries, and a large Dr. Pepper/root beer mix

Granted, however it gets burned because of the clumsy apprentice.

I wish for a bottle of scrumpy.

Granted, but a demoknight kicks down your door and beheads you with an eyelander.

I wish for Angelirio to actually be looking for a dragons amputated testicles, which have no effect except to squirt out a bit of liquid every time he squeezes them.

G̸r̀an͟t͜ed̸,͠ b͜ųt ̵I ͞set ̢them͟ ͢o̶n fire̴,͘ AND ̨SQ͢UIR͏T̢ ̧ŢHE͡ FLĄM̡MAB̷LE̸ LI͜Q̸U͡ID̢ ͜INT̵O Y̛OƯR EYE̡S!̀!!
͝A͠FTERWOR̀D͢S I̷ ̧SH҉OVE T͟HEM ̸D̨O̕WN ́Y̶OUR͞ T҉H̨R͞O̧A͝T͟!!
B͞L͘OOD F̧OR̵ T͞HE̕ ́BL҉O̡O͝D̵ GO̶D̛!͝!!̛ S͝K͠U͟L̀LS̸ F͏ƠŔ ͜T̨H́E͠ ͘S̡KULL T̨HR̷ONE!̴!͢!͟

(͏G̷r̕e҉at̢, ͝now̢ ̧h̀o̷w ́wi͢ll get̡ my͝ ̷wish? B͞lo͜ody̡ skul̵ls̡,͝ ̴c̀úpur͢ ͏n̶ee̛ds͠ t̸o ̀ge͘t ̛off͟ ̨hi̴s a͜ss. .̧.. I͏ d͠i̸dn͘'t ̨turn h͡im̨ int҉ó a̢ v͜eg̀etable͢,̨ ͝did ͠I?͏ ̸H̶i̡s brain̛ ͞s҉til͜l͝ ̷works,̀ rįg͏ht?̧ A̸h, ͏s͠cr̵e͜w ͞thís)

I wi̵sh ̴l̶a̢s͏pe͘rx̕lapi͜s di̴sa̸ppeared.̨ I҉ ̢ma͜y̴ ͏w̧or͜s̕hi͞p ̀ćhao̧s҉,́ bu͠t̕ ̶e҉ve͘ǹ ͡cha̡os͜ thi͢n͘ks it̕'s h̛eres̵ý.

Granted, but people ship Jasper x Steven now.

I wish that the Warp calms the fuck down.

Okay. :(. But now the tyranids are hungrier

I wish for a balloon

Granted, you get a deflated balloon.

I wish to travel back in time during the Cold War.

Granted. You teleport directly into a gulag.

I wish to achieve CHIM.

A͍͎̻̫ͅy̙̟̖̹̟͓̠y̮,͔̜̦ ̦I͎̥͇'͕̻ṃ͖̤͈̤̩ ̠͔̜̲͖b̟̦a̪͇̘̩͇ͅͅc̰̹̰̩̣̜̜k͇̺͔͖ ̠͉̮͙̦b͚a̗̘by!̠
̪̥̹̠̤̦͔S̹̺͎͎̬̜o̤̙͉̮r̠ͅr͎̘̖̺̝y̝̭ ̞A̺̠͚̲̫͎n̩̻͍̗̼̺g̜̝e̮̯͚͖̞̝l͙̹̻͉̬̺ͅi̼̩̪̫̮͚̹r̤̺̟͍iͅo̹ ͙̹̹̥ͅb͉̭̦u̺ṯ̠̜ ̥̝ͅI̠̻ ̟̤h͔ͅa̞d̰ ̬̰̞̬̗s̱̬̭o͕͕̣̱͔̝m̤̗͉e ͈s̠̦̖̮̯̻̬t͕̼͉͔̟̳u͈̮̥̻͍̤ff̟̦ t̹͔̜o̞̩̖͕̲̪ d̩̺̯̤͕o͈̩̬̼͇͙ ͔̺̪͓̻̗̦i̜͍̝n̮̲̺ ̠̤̖̮F͕͓oḷ̗̩̫͕̺ks̤̜ͅͅt͕͉͚̗͚̺o͎̙n̗͔̹̬͕͎e ͎͈̰̙̜̰̹b̘̮͓̖͈͙̭u͖̗̭͙t̩̠͕͚ ̠I̱̱̥ ͚͈s͉͔ͅͅh̭̣͎̫͕̞o͔u̺ld̮̼͙̣̪ ̫͙͙͇be͖̪̩ ͓͇̥̘̥͉a͉ro̬̥̲̟u͔n̼̻̠̳d̼̺̺̭ ̤̫̺̲̖t̪̙o̬ ̙m̲͔̬̪͇a͎͈̥̞̘k̯͓͈̺e̺͉͇̘̟ ̹ș͍͓̤o̭me͙̺͔̜̞̺͉ ̬̟̦̥̥̥̖m̬̙̲̟oͅr͇̼̭̦̯e ̺̭̖w̭i̳͔̳̼̤͖̹she̠̫͔̗͚͍̗s͙͍̝̻̝ ̩c̤̯͓̲̳o̱̙̻ͅs̼̤̖̻̹̫̘ ̪͙̖ͅi͉̭͙͚̻t͎s̘̭̳̬̼̗ ̰̮͈̟͔h̙̩̣̥̻̝a̺̹̲l͓͇̭̩̼f̼̦̹̩̭̝-t͔̲e̹̩̼r͇̖̯̗ͅm̰
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̼͙͍̯̹̱̞W͉̱͕̗̞̲is̬̲ḫ͔͎̫̥ ͖̼̪͓̬̰g͉̙r̩̩̞̟a̼̹͕̥̥̫͚n̰̤̜̺t̗̹̫̲̮̪ͅe̥͇̙d̬͙̜, ̰̬̘̳̝͙b̬͎̜u̫t̰̥̠̤̟̯ ̖͇͚̠̩̣ du̗e̱̝͍̗̺̤̭ ̮̺͙̗t͙̗͕͓͙̘o̠ ̹͕̙̪t̟̖̜̰̼̺ẖ̗i̪̩̲̩̦̜s̯̫̤̙̰̙͖ y͖͉o̬̩̟͓͖̠u ̦̙͔̖͍͔̯b̯̳̦͇͖͇͖r̠͎e͕a͖̤̠k̺͕ ̣a̪̰̮͙͍͇̹ ̹̭p̝̳̲͉̗a͙c̲̩͙̙̣͇̻t̜̦ͅ ̲̖w͖̟̖͍̭͈̖i̘͎t̲̦̮̤ḫ̝̞̙͍ ̜̥t͔̳̖h̹̼̪e̪̯ D͉̺̹͙ͅa̝̼̣̙͔̹̟e̥d͈͕̖r̲i̳̥͙c ̣̗̗̺̻̹l̺͙͎̤̠̪o̯̩͚̘̫r̹d̮s͔̥̝̫̭̦ ̤͙an̞̬̤̬̠͙ͅd̹ you͈͈͇ ͚̖̦͍͍ͅa͍̖̮̘r̰͍̺̤e̻̙̜̦͉ ̝̯̥̗̳h̦̹̳͙ͅu̖̰̼̳͙n͔̭̥͍tḛ̮d͓̩ ̪̫d̦̦̬̯̭ͅͅo̬̬̬̮̳͉̣w͎̭̫̠̺͈̦n̠͓̟̙ ̞̝̮̘̯̙̞b͈̭̲͙ͅy̹̪̦̯̱͔ ̖̫̥̪̲̗̘an̰͇̹̮̬ͅḍ ̮̗̙̗̥ͅẹ̙̠a̻̞t͇̲̥̙͙e̞̫̰n͇̟̟͎̻͎͇ ̟̩̤̟͕̪̗al̞͈͔͕̝i̯͕̟͖̟v̪e̦͍̦̫̤͍ ͖̖̺̼̺b̲͙̦͇̳y̹͙̮ ̟̠͚S̭̠͓͎̱kͅe̳̳̬̭e̠̝͔̯̘v̱e̠r̝̟͔̹̜ͅs͔̫
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I̦ ̺̘͉̭̲̙̣w̘̲̗̬̲i̺̗͚s͍̣͔̫͇h̭͚̩̺͇ ̪̯̣f̖o̞ṟ̞̻ ̙͚̰͈̜̹my͎̪͕̘̹ ̘̼̰o̭̝w̲̮̩͉̞n a̭̱̗̱͖̩r̭͓̭̦̭͓̬ṃ̪͎͖̲͔̺y̯̫̮ ̮o̪̣̪f̖̻̘̰͔̪ ͚̺̭u̠͖͓̤͔̰n̹̤̠͈̣̺̖de̪̮ͅaͅd͈̥̹͚,̩͉͈͉̗̱ ͙̮dem̦̯͙̣̭o̖̪̟̣n̯͙̤s̝̬ ̪͔̣̭ạ̦͎̙̳n̦̥̥̻̻̱͔d ̝ṯr̦̗̹̙̜̥͕ọ̬ͅl̮̭͕̘̹l͖s͓͕̯̣̗ ̜̺͇t̮͍̰̟͚ͅo͚̩̬̥̩ ̯͔͉̙̥͈r̜͚̖ͅe͈̟i͚ͅg̻n̹̳̬̘ ̲s̱͚̱̯͇͍͇ṳp̩̱͖r̦͈͖̞e̘͎͖̥̗me͈͈͙̗̖ ̮̰̳̯o̫̖̲̤v̫͔̦̱͎ḙ̺̦ͅr͎̹̦ ͇̘̼̻̩̭̲G͖̪i̯e̳̪̯̖̙͚ͅli͙͈̤̝̝no̫͍̦̖͓r

Granted. They kick you out because you're a lame leader.

I wish that Cupurs internet connection won't be so noisy anymore.

Wi̢̳̻̤͎͖̤s̝͇h͓͙̖̺ ̣͙͉̗̪̲g̤̮̤̱̰̬r̤̩͚͕̟̲͡a͘n̞̮̞̕té͈̺͉d̬̱̲̱̤̟,͏ ̶͇̫̹̟̤̱͈b̪̯ut̢ ̱̘͙̩i̢̳̣n̠͔̤̻̙̯͓͞ ̩̙͢d͕̠o͍̬̙ͅi̵͉̹͚̙ng̪͞ ̪̗̖̫́s̡̳o͇̩̹̯̬͈ ̷͎̰̥i͍̳̗͓͉̳̭t͘s̺ ͈̱͔̹a̮̲ͅs̱̪ ̨͔̮͔̼s̺͈͔ͅi͕̫̮ͅl͘e̴͔̭n̦͇̰̹̫͞t̗̤̫̩̘̘͍ ̺͕̱̠̺̬ą̤s͙̳̦ ̹̳͍̺̰̰̘t̢̩̭̞̠̥h̖̟̣͓̱͓ͅe͚͈̞̱̻ͅ ̡͖̪̝̤b̲͚̬̻̼l͎ạ̙d͖͎̠e̸͙ ͈̗̰o͇̝̕f̛̣̦͖̜͙ ͖̟̟̀Ḙl̨̫̣̫͔̣i̗̱g̻͙̬̺̬h̴͍͈ͅ ̸̹̻a̯͉̳̤s͔ ͙̮͈̬i̸̮̫͔̘̲̯̣t͇͉̯ ̣̞̺͇̻ṛ̜̺͠i̦̮͕p҉̩͎̬̳͉̭͍s̠̤̹͕̠͎͞ ͉̠̫̮̺i͈̼̜͎̩͈̕n̳̫̥̪̻͚̺̕t̠̲̲͓̬̯̜͘o҉̬͚̝̰̪͎̺ ̙̹̘v͠i̝̫̝̗̫̱̠r̢g̴͕̣̼̞̣̥ͅi̮ns͖͕̫̟͍̙̹ ̟͡f̷l҉̪̺̞̳̻̩e͏̪͇̫̜͇̞͕s̺͉̗̘̹h̘̥
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̦͖̦̠̲I̢̩͉͔̩̣̟̻ ҉w̶̟̟i̮͍̪s̫ẖ̺̘͟ ͏͇͕̤͚m̜o͘r̭̻͍̺͉̯̭e̳̤̫ ͕̥͈̹͉͓̺p͢ͅe̖̹͚̲͔̙ͅo͈p̥l̟̹̫͍̻͔̳e̞ ̵͓͎̖̠ͅw̮̖̼͎ͅǫ͇͖u̦͖̮̖̝l̷͓d̠̲̳̳̬̗͜ ҉̯̺͇̜̫̺͖d̩́o ̧͎̮̼͚͙̣̞t̖̬͚͎h̗̝̗ͅi͕̹͇s̝̱͎̦̫͍̰ ̝̯͓̘Z̼al̴̯̹͈͎g̶͎̬̞̤̳̰o̱̜̠̭̩ ͓̳͉͎̫̫͎͡t̻̞̱͇̗́hi̳̝̻n̲̯͖͕̯̠͔g̯̭̟̟̣̕

Granted. Everyone stops doing it after a while becuase it has become cancer.

I wish for 400 000$ to fire that gun.

Granted. For twelve seconds.
I wish to have a mini hitler to help me conquer the world

Granted, you step on him.

I wish for an English Muffin.

Granted, but the Americans throw it into the sea

I wish for a power sword

Granted. It ain't doing shit and gets wet and soggy.

Granted. It is now replaced with the 'Fateweaver, Fateweaver' challenge

I wish for a bolter

Granted. But because your're not a Astartes you can't do anything with it since you can't even fucking lift it.

I wish Amgelirio became an Astartes.

Wish granted, but the evil-ogboga space orcs kill everyone

I wish we had some new faces around here