This is a game I sometimes play with my higher-level English students…
If you’ve seen any of the immensely crap “Wishmaster” series of horror films - you’ll know how it goes.
Anyway - post a wish, whatever you like…
Be careful however - unless you are careful in your wording, Tabula the Wishmaster will grant it - but in such a way that you’ll wish you’d never wished at all… Mwa-Ha-Ha
[size=200] Go on - [/size][size=200] - Make a wish [/size]
you got caught in a logical flaw, a wish is part of the set of wishes, you have thus inadvertently granted that which you weren’t supposed to grant. or vice versa.
[size=84][edit - okay Mr. Smarty-pants… You win. Tabula just comforts himself with the fact that you didn’t actually bulletproof a positive wish - and therefore reaped no ill-gotten gains (beyond foiling the WishMaster) for your trouble… ][/size]
But wait - Tabula the Wishmaster swings back.!!! Okay - how about in adhering to the implementation of your wish - I do not grant you one, but myself - and wish that you had never existed at all…? That way, I will not have been able to grant you any wishes - then, now or in the future, because we’ll never have had this conversation…? In fact - neither of the wishes could be said to have existed, so none have been granted. But you’ll still be none-existant… And I’ll still be here…
I wish that I could sleep for only four normal Earth hours out of every 24 normal Earth hours, awakening with a sensation of feeling well rested for the remaining twenty hours of the day and with zero harmful psychological or physiological effects.
For my wish to be granted, it must take place on the plane of existence I am writing from at a point on it’s timeline which can be found in my, the person writing this’ perception of time and space. As well from the time that my wish is granted, it’s duration will last up until I, the person writing this message, sings outloud verbally the words to the entire song ‘achy breaky heart’.
The preceeding pretains to my wish, and for it to be granted the preceeding must be carried out. The wish is this: The ability to produce the notion of (as regarded by a 3rd party)-- ‘The movement of objects by scientifically inexplicable means, as by the exercise of an occult power of an individual’ – This definition is labeled telekinesis.
ps anyone else remember that episode of the x-files where moulder had met the wish granter person and after watching her for a while he figured out what was going on? and so he tried to write out (like I just did) ‘the perfect wish’ this of course shouldn’t exist cause it’s based in language… but I’m still keepin the faith
It is done… I have twiddled and tweaked with your sleep mechanism, now every time you begin to climb some stairs, or cross a road, or put yourself in any even slightly objectively dangerous situation or adrenaline-pumpingly exciting scenario with the red-hot chick of your choice… You fall into a deep restful sleep on the spot… And don’t try to wangle it by pricking your finger like some sleeping beauty before your normal bedtime - because I’ve also fixed it so during any one sleep episode your maximum sleep length (though a total maximum of 4/24) is of 20 minutes duration… At which point you will wake (if you haven’t died during the meantime) and may resume consciousness for a minimum of 20 minutes. After which time - any danger/excitement will again send you to sleep. Any remaining sleep time from the max 4 hours you haven’t used up in a 24 hour period, will be slept away towards the end of the said 24 hrs period.
Zero harmful effects intrinsicaly - the twiddling itself does not directly effect to your detriment - only the way in which you may choose to react to your new-found ‘gift’. If it’s any bonus - each 20 minute micro-sleep leaves you simply bursting with joie de vivre…
Now - don’t you wish you’d added ‘consecutive’ and ‘at the time of my choosing’ in there somewhere…
I have tootled with your brain, and now you have the ability of Telekinesis… Starting from now…
Unfortunately - to make space in your head for this new ability, a little something had to go… Er… sorry - you’ve lost control of your vocal chords - so singing ‘achy breaky heart’ is no longer an option… You cannot turn your ability off.
Now you unfortunately didn’t specify that you wished conscious control over your ability… So it randomly seizes any loose object within a 20 foot radius of yourself (including other people, cars, your own bogies, faeces etc…) and flings it 1 kilometer up into the air, punching through any barrier to the objects progress… No friends for you sonny boy, at least not for long…
I wish that…
I would be in possesion of £100 million, in a Guernsy (No tax) Bank account, with no possibility of the Feds investigating me, and no-one with the account numbr, so the account was completely private to all except me, and no-one else would, by any means, be able to get a hold of it except for me, and i wouldnt be robbed the moment i recieved it in cash, or have the Feds on me at any point, and the notes were all used and untraceable, and real. And they would be accepted anywhere. And the money wasnt poisonous and wouldnt burn in sunlight, or anything like that, or be invisible.
[Consults with minature arse-crack Zenofeller… To no avail]
So a wish that though you imply you know what it is - contains no substance, nor a target…
[size=75][Scratchs demonic head][/size]
[size=200]Fucking Philosophers!!![/size]
[size=75][Now I feel better][/size]
Tentative indeed. Okay - I lend you a fraction of my power, I give you a wish in potential, formless, targetless - as of now. Whenever a wish becomes concrete in your mind, and takes on a target - it will be granted… instantly.
However, this potential wish comes with a kicker - you won’t know which of the wishes you wish in the future will come true - could be the next one, could be the thousandth…
I condemn you to a life of constant self-watchfulness of what you wish for… even in your dreams… I doubt even you can be so nauseatingly nice all of the time…