Who knows, my wife may enjoy that. I'd put my face on this body:
Granted. It is directed by Uwe Ball and it stars Nicholas Cage as Kazam. There is no logical reason why Kazam is white now. Also, Justin Bieber is the co-star.
Granted but you lose your hands in a car accident before you can play the new patch.
Granted. You have been given the super power of repulsiveness and decay. You've become disgustingly disfigured and not in a cool epic monster way, you just look rotted. Everything you touch decays and breaks down into its basic component. You can't do the things you used to love i.e. read, write, play games because the objects you hold break down. You can't make contact with humans (even if they wanted to come around your horrible ugliness) because you would cause them to decay and die. You can't experience love, you can't experience joy, you can't even eat as the food you try to ingest shrivels to nothing. But your decay is eternal, your destined to wander the Earth experiencing nothing but your own despair. You have truly become a Living Corpse.
granted, but you also gain great phlegma and disinterest in life and dont attemt to do anything
Granted but your chef(reptile) always spits in your food.
granted. he says "gimmeyourmonnay" and thats exactly what you have to do now.
Granted, but noone recognises that you were the creator and someone else gets all your credit, recognition and most of the money made from it.
Granted, you produce excellent music that everyone loves but the music you produce sounds utterly horrible to you and only you.
Granted, but you don't actually get the skill to do so, just willing applicants to let you cut their heads open. The police show up after the 40th person dies from your unskilled hands. You are now deemed "The Mad Doctor of Wichita Falls" by the media, and while you get off for the murder charges, the negative publicity prevents you from getting close to anyone.
Granted, but you don't actually exist.
Granted. But the three kids that you are are horrifically stuck together from top to bottom. When you were born, your mother died at childbirth and your father tried to have you killed but thankfully your grandmother Agitha protected you and kept you in her cellar. One day when she let you out, she tells you that she has done what she could to protect you but you are now on your own. That's when you look and see the shotgun wound in her abdomen and a dead man at the front door holding a shotgun with a chunk of his head missing. Grandmother Agitha dies in her lounge chair. When police arrive, they'll suspect the monster you are to be responsible for their deaths and they will try to kill you so you set the house on fire and take the dead man's trench coat and you rip tufts of his hair (where there is no damage to the head) and paste it to your face to give yourself a mustache for disguise. You are now constantly living in fear and constantly hiding. You have become somewhat of an urban myth like Big Foot. Even when you reach the age of 23 people are hunting to prove your existence as you walk among them unseen until the day a strong gust of wind and a loose grip of your trench coat cause it to fly off and you are exposed to the world. All who gaze upon the Triplet Monster you are are scared, children weep, men and women are enraged and try to attack you. You flee from them and you feel you've escaped but there are cops surrounding you everywhere you turn. You are drawn out into the middle of the city, herded like sheep to a slaughter and you are gunned down in the streets by law enforcement. Yours is a truly sad story...the officer who shot you was your father.
maybe it already is like that
Granted. Your brilliant new power comes at a terrible cost. You have absolutely no sense of direction and are doomed to wander the cosmos for the rest of your days, alone.
Granted. But every time you do, it frightens the animals to the point of hysteria and they attack you if you try as they feel threatened by an unknown force entering into their minds.
Wish granted. except there's no cussing, fowl play, naughtyness or belligerence allowed in the corruption of the wishes
Granted. You don't have to work today. Because you were the cause of a terrible collision on the road the night before and you're stuck in a dreamless coma for a year. You don't have a job when you wake up. Because the collision was your fault, there is no chance you can sue anyone for loss of wages, damages, and pain/suffering. You actually find out that your family has been charged over a half million dollars for the families who lost loved ones because of you.
Granted. The next day you get wrongfully accused for a crime and get sentenced to spend the rest of your life in prison. (I haven't read much of the thread but I am amazed of how ingeniously evilly simple this response was.)
Granted but everyone there hates you and you get progressively worse at both games.