The Devil offers to grant you a single wish, and in exchange you forfeit your eternal soul (standard fare for a deal with the Devil). Of course, the boon granted always comes with a catch.
In this thread game, your posts should consist of two parts:
A cruel, Monkey’s Paw-esque twist to the above wish
One wish of your own
We’ll start the game with the wish made by Johnny Blaze in the opening to Ghost Rider (2007):
I wish my father would recover from his cancer.
And here’s a response based on the opening of that same movie, plus a simple wish for money:
Your father recovers from his cancer, only to die in an accident.
I wish for a million dollars.
Nothing good can exist without evil to contrast with. Everything in the universe that requires any sort of moral judgement to decide if it’s good or evil ceases to
Oh wait, did I just negate everybody’s existence including the devil’s and my own? Oops.
Congratulations! You are Harold P. God. You live in Cedar Rapids, are divorced (twice) and have three children you know of, and have to pay alimony and support for all of them. And you’ve just been fired. And your car won’t start.
I wish for scientists to find an affordable cure for epilepsy.
Your one true love turns out to be the gender you are not attracted to, and as deeply, passionately you two are in love with each other, the inability to resolve the physical barrier in your relationship remains an unending source of torment and jealousy.
You are given a button to press. Whenever you press it in the presence of someone they will like you. Once they leave your presence, though, they will loathe you and wish you dead. Until you push the button again, and so on, and so on. Nobody likes you always.