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Some of you might already be familliar with this game. TC starts with a wish, next poster corrupts it (e.g. grants it in some way that screws the previous wisher over) and makes his own wish. Let's see if we can limit it to in-character D&D wishes so we can give the DMs here more material for messing with their players. Twisted Evil

So, I'll start with something easy enough. I wish for a million gold pieces to appear in front of me.

A million hostile gold golems appear. And woe to the poor arcanist that wished for it; they are all immune to magic.

I wish for world peace all across Toril.

A miscast spell by some insanely powerful sorcerer gone mad razes Toril to the ground, leaving no survivors. Furthermore, the arcane forces of the spell simply obliterate every casualty's soul from existence, leaving no chance that they may be raised as undead. Now, truly, it is the most peaceful place in existence.

I wish to undo some recent misfortune. Let's say, oh, the affliction inflicted upon me by some flaming undead I encountered?

The affliction you incurred due to the undead suddenly vanishes but as you try to observe your fair skin again. You slowly turn into the same undead creature that gave you the affliction. Logically, it is originally immune to its own effect.

Ok. My turn, I wish to become a rakshasa.

You turn into an indestructible stone statue. One that will outlast any empire or nation in its longevity.

I wish I was a famous rock star.

EDIT: Let me rephrase that in DnD terms. I wish I was the most famous bard in the world!

You become the most famous bard in the whole world. Kids worship you and copy your fashion sense. Women wait in line behind your hotel room at every city where you hold concerts. Your music is timeless and its lyrics are engraved on every door of every household. You are known as THE CHIPMUNK!!

I wish to ravish a trio of Elven wench-sisters who all look like Arwen

Goddess Joined: 30 Nov 2006 Posts: 1118 Location: denial

You get a magical bag that dispenses gold kruggerrands as needed. You get rich and decide to have a ball.

THE CHIPMUNK is hired to serenade you and his timeless music hypnotizes you into revealing the source of your wealth.

Of course, THE CHIPMUNK pickpockets the magical bag like a proper chaotic neutral Bard. His music hypnotizes you to forget him and the magic bag.

THE CHIPMUNK then uses the magical bag to procure the exclusive nightly services of a trio of wench-sisters who look like Arwen in Rob Liefeld's exotic fashion because the wench-sisters are immune to his music's hypnotic magic.

I wish to become Elric of Melnibone

You become forever imprisoned in the body of one named Elric of Melnibone; while you can see, hear, and sense through him, you do not control his actions.

I wish THE CHIPMUNK becomes a name that invokes respect rather than comic relief. Very Happy

THE CHIPMUNK realizes the world needs a new dictatorship. Millions die, the rest are enslaved, and all bow down before the glory of THE CHIPMUNK.

I wish all my wishes were unmade, including this one Razz

All of your wishes are unmade. But the warp in reality for this frivolous use of magic distorts everything. YOU are now THE CHIPMUNK. YOU are reviled as the bringer of bad luck and the worst Bard in the world. Anyone who hears your song goes mad and cries for days. The distortion also strips you of the privelege of making wishes anymore.

But you still have the magic bag that makes gold kruggerands and the trio of wench-sisters who all look like Arwen in Rob Liefeld's exotic fashion are beholden to you as long as you can pay exorbitant quantities of gold for every night of debauchery.

I wish to have my own loyal war-forged construct