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Granted. Everyone goes unconscious, meaning you couldn't force anymore, and the world is practically dead.

 

But hey, forcing's easier!

 

I wish for another wish


Tulpas:

Melody - Creation Date: October 21st, 2014

Pumpkin - Creation Date: January 2015

 

my mastodon - my other mastodon

We're gonna try to post more often, but you know, no promises or whatever.

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Granted. Your wish was really useless, so the command falls to the Void and is forgotten, but your link to your words chains you to the ethereal power that it is, and you receive power unimaginable. In your sudden meteoric rise to omnipotence, you forgo all physical needs to the point that your body would atrophy, but the spirits of the planes keep you alive and sustain your body with eldritch fruits and meats that, otherwise, you would have never been allowed to know exist. Time begins to slow for you as your consciousness reached levels unbound, and you see into the past and future, your reach straining farther every day in an almost instinctual thirst for knowledge. It pushes you ever forward, locked in your own mind by your own design for what felt like years at a time, absorbing the lives and thoughts of cultures that had long since faded into obscurity under the names of others that would come after. You reach the edge of human interaction with the world, and then push farther to see the end of the world and the beginning, all at once. Almost everything superimposes until you capture the essence of Earth and The Milky Way in your gaze like a toddler staring at a marble, but knowing the possibility that lies inside every bead of air. Eventually, your gaze shifts to alternate universes, and you observe without changing the flow, becoming the first true impartial observer that the universe would ever see. Futures and pasts mesh within themselves, and you slowly pick out the pieces of the worlds and make patterns, plans for a perfect world that would lie in rest, nestled between the velvet cosmos where the stars sleep. As time presses ever onward, you notice entire millennia flow like drops of water, so your take a shard of your formulae and create newer, more...encompassing mathematiques to change the rules the extent of existence will follow. Time begins to slow again, and you watch your world with a thousand eyes all at once, scanning for problems. You find none. Your introspections last you only seconds at a time on the level that your body used to communicate on, but eons pass inside as the planes call you king, god, and soon, the concept of what the universe really is. You are no longer a creator, but a force that wills the myriadverse to second after second, meticulously pushing it around like dolls in a shadowbox. Your world continues on, along with all the others, like a molten bead of gold on a skillet rolling oil. Time stops for your body, and the new freedoms of your astral form grant you power beyond what was there before. No longer an observer, you exist in the space between seconds, living and dying and living to shape the world in your new hands. Every other world does as you do, living and dying until you renew it, like a parking meter fueled by an unknown energy that will come to be known as Muffin. Wars and peace litter them, and you care not. Your world, a world of brass and gold and copper, turns perfectly like the gear that was never touched in a clock. Nothing turns it but you, and no one will ever know it is there but you. The letters M, U, F, I, and N subsequently are treated as runes, glyphs, markings that call your attention like the chimes of a bell made of crystal, and each language's representation of these calls you in different tones.

 

Your stint as Muffin, force of love leads you to boredom after 52 eternities, and you begin to play games. Trouble sprouts up in every universe and just when it seems as if there was no longer a Muffin to watch over us, a song plays over the myriadverse and reaches the ears of a boy resting on a mahogany tree in the midst of a golden universe nestled between all the rest. The boy had been named Muff, and his very existence angered the elders of this land, aptly named Muffineed. They sent him on a quest to earn his name and the love of the Force that Turns our Gears like Clockwork, and on the highest peak, he screams to the skies in frustration at his destiny. He is rewarded with the sound of the worlds screaming back in anguish, and awakens again as the Force that Turns the Wheels of Fate.

 

I wish for $7


"Try to get a better understanding of things before making your judgement." -Khan, Metro 2033

 

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Granted. You get ¥837.8 instead.

 

I wish my microwave didn't try to explode every time I try to cook something.


Tulpas:

Melody - Creation Date: October 21st, 2014

Pumpkin - Creation Date: January 2015

 

my mastodon - my other mastodon

We're gonna try to post more often, but you know, no promises or whatever.

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Granted, now everything just catches on fire when you try to cook it.

 

I wish for a rainbow.


"It's all about synthesis, you don't have to be a real musician. You just synthesize your own reality, synthesize your own talents." -Klayton

 

My Three Mind Horses

Haven: Tulpa #1

Created on 10-28-14

Aphelion: Tulpa #2

Created on 2-25-15 

Chimera: Self Proclaimed Thoughtform

Created on: Can't remember. Sometime around Easter of 2017.

 

Warning: I am a huge nerd.

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Granted. The puppy turns out to be a vicious demented dog that kills your whole family and all of your friends and makes you watch. It then bites you and you turn into a zombie warewolf that does its bidding. It then makes you bite other people to turn them into other zombie slaves and wages war on mankind, bringing about the end of all existence as we know it.

 

I wish that I didn't have to stay overtime to complete my chemistry labs every single time we do a lab.

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Granted, you're required to finish them within the class period or you'll fail.

 

I wish my hair were permanently blue.


If I could, begin to be,

Half of what you think of me, I could do about anything,

I could even learn how to love

directed at Howl

directed from Howl

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Granted. You are now excellent at studying, you even get a euphoric high off of studying. So much, that after the exam and you no longer need I study/can study for anything, you feel your life is incomplete. Thus you devote every second of your day to study something, refusing eating, drinking, sleeping, everything just so you can study. An this extreme addiction to studying causes you I have malnutrition and lack of sleep and causes your death.

 

I wish I were the most intelligent person in the world.

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Granted. Nobody in the world (Except for you of course) has any form of intelligence. At the start of this catastrophe, hundreds of thousands of vehicles crash, the death toll is already in the millions only minutes after your wish. With their intelligence and memory quickly fading away, humans act and think like animals. Several days afterward, unorganized humans attempt to fight apex predators such as bears, sharks, tigers, etc. with no tools or weapons, thus increasing the death toll. Eventually all "people" become rabid chimpanzee-esque creatures that do not help society (Which is only you nowadays) in any way. The decades pass, and you live out your life in a world that is steadily decaying. Skyscrapers topple to natural causes. Every few days, you feel the earth tremble beneath your feet as a reminder of what was. Was is falling. As the monuments of our civilization deteriorate, you grow older. One day, you are too old to keep moving with your lifestyle. Without hospitals, or even other people to nurse you, you know you are going to die. Nobody even hears your final words, because every human save for you has become equal in intelligence as a chimp. Several of them see you take your final breaths, but do nothing to help you. Then they throw their shit at your corpse.

 

I wish someone will rate my writing.


"Try to get a better understanding of things before making your judgement." -Khan, Metro 2033

 

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