cjmac125 wrote:bcbarton wrote:dlgn wrote:Aelcalan wrote:Anything vaguely edible that's not vegetarian either goes extinct or becomes somehow non-edible. Everyone has a vegetarian diet.
I wish I was more diligent.
You become so diligent about one thing that you forget about minerealm, which implodes in a way that only you could have saved it.
I wish for 1.2 to come out.
1.2 is released with game-breaking bugs that prevent people with logins containing "d", "l", or "g" from logging in to any multiplayer server.
dlgn wrote:Roobean wrote:Aelcalan wrote:Anything vaguely edible that's not vegetarian either goes extinct or becomes somehow non-edible. Everyone has a vegetarian diet.
I wish I was more diligent.
Granted, but then comes onto MineRealm Kress the Second which you have to deal with!
I wish there wouldn't randomly be lots of replies to Aels wishes xD
There are lots of random replies to your wishes.
I wish people would reply to my many, many, wishes.
This post fulfills your wish.
I wish a Vogon constructor fleet destroyed the earth.
The Vogons destroy the earth, yet 6 men and women were sent to space the day before, repopulating the human race.
I wish Meepers died.
Meepers dies, but has acquired the "undying" ability from Magic: the gathering and comes back to life with +1/+1: +1 more annoying to you and +1 more resilient against your attempts to stop him/her/whatever.
I wish I were the well-paid concertmaster of the Oregon Symphony for as long as I wanted to be, without any risk whatsoever, and well-loved--but not annoyed--by all as long as I wanted to be, played the same instrument (violin) for as long as I wanted to, and played it very well, as long as I wanted to, and could forever control what I wanted. And that the Oregon Symphony would be well-loved and not disbanded, for as long as I wanted it to be. Oh, and people wouldn't mind me being the concertmaster unless I wanted them too, and I wouldn't mind it either. And I could be in as many other groups as I wanted, as long as I wanted to be, and I would have plenty of free time, as long as I wanted to, and the Oregon Symphony played fairly often, but not too often, as long as I wanted it to.
Try that

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