You’re facing an evil Djinn, and you have to make a wish. The Djinn will grant your wish, as he is compulsed to do so, but, being evil, will do his very best to twist your wish to something you never intended.
So for instance, if you ask for world peace, you may find yourself the sole survivor of the human race.
The game rules are simple:
Either make a wish
Or find the flaws in someone elses. Either in the methods with which the wish can be granted (peace on earth), or side effects it might have (Midas’ touch)…
kazam! your intellect is reduced to a childlike state. You happily giggle at pretty colours etc and are anxious about nothing. Of course the downside is that you are institutionalised as you now require around the clock care.
I wish for a wallet, that always has a £20 pound note in it, regardless of how many I remove and spend.
Here’s several lifetimes’ supply of Happy Pills, brought to you by HPD & Mind Control. Take several pills every day, so that you will be so happy you can barely stand it. Or stand up. Or get out of bed for Mandatory Morning Calistenics. Failure to attend MMC is treason, Citizen. Please report to the Armed Forces for Bonus Remedial Physical Therapy. And don’t forget to take those Happy Pills. Happiness will prevail! Happiness is mandatory!
I wish I could find the previous “corrupt a wish” thread.
Your wallet now has a counterfait 20 bill that you cannot get rid off, even after going to court and facing jail time (where you’re likely to be the cellmate of Butch).
Everyone of the human race is dead except you and another lucky (?) chap whose happier, richer, and more fortunate than you by an hair.
You are changed so that you forget everything after 2 seconds. This way, you don’t even remember the “something”, let alone that you missplaced it, so you don’t have to look for it anymore.
Everybody in the world finds a penny. Massive resentment towards you builds worldwide as the population of the globe realizes you utterly wasted the one thing that could have brought peace, prosperity, and eternal life and happiness on a global scale. War results, with the vast majority of the population decimated, all blaming you, filling you with crippling guilt. Of course, no matter how much devastation fills the world, destroying everything you know and love, you yourself remain immune to harm, giving you survivor’s guilt, too. Cults form around the magical property of the pennies, which cannot be discarded by their owners, as that would make them “poorer” than you. The remaining survivors begin to worship the pennies as Gods, finding a modicum of peace in the burnt out husk of the world that you caused with your thoughtless, insensitive wish.
For a few people who currently wish they were dead and would be better off dead, perhaps, but going from alive to dead and gone cannot reasonably be described as ‘fortunate’
a)they probably need to find more than a penny - they all need at least a penny more than I have.
b)if they all end up hating me, that represents a (disqualified) change to my circumstances, doesn’t it?
