Granted. But a angry mob of proportions of over a 100 million toxic as hell 8-12 year olds, and you decide to defend yourself by using your Phantom Forces arsenal of weapons that ended up getting you thrown in solitary confinment for the genicide of millions of children.
I wish for me to finally decide on if I want to buy the Styer Scout and its scope or just grind for the gun.
Granted. It’s actually a communist ambush, and they convince you to worship their Leader and share your possessions. The police find you a day later, dead. You shared your organs and blood to random people.
Ganted, er I mean Granted, you decide to enter in a professional spelling bee, and you win, but it puts a huge bounty on your head, and many try to kill you since you got it from a Genie, which is concidered cheating.
I wish for my feet to STOP BEING SO COLD ALL THE TIME and to stop messing up my HTML5 coding.
Granted, you decide to actually do your work during class, which ends up you getting a PHD in Math, English, Biology, Astronomy, Astroligy, Chemistry, Automobiles, Computers, Aviation, so much information that you have stored up that is to much for your brain to handle that it blows up, and you are now in a history book as the smartest man alive that died due to knowing to much.
Granted, you got a fenton csb15 and the only thing you can play on it is the yoshis island theme song on 24 hour loop and no mater how much you try to turn it off, it will constantly come out undamages and the volume would increase by 400%.
Granted. Yoshi, instead of consuming you, allows you to ride on its back. You hop on eagerly, but forget yoshi is a wild animal, and animals don’t let people ride them unless they are fat Italian plumbers. You get launched off a cliff. Rules o’ the jungle.